“Put it down again. The last setting wasbetter.”
“You said it was too low!”
“But I was standing up straight. I want tosee if it’s comfortable while I’m walking.”
I did what she asked without too muchgriping, and when she’d taken a brief walk around the living roomshe decided the setting was satisfactory.
All that was left was to hold the walkersteady while she descended the staircase.
“Well, this is no good,” she said as herwalker tilted on a downward slope.
“It’s not made for stairs, Agatha. What youreally need is a stair lift. Remind me to give you the pamphlet Ipicked up.”
“I’ll remind you to hand over mychange—that’s what I’ll remind you about.”
“You think I’m trying to steal five dollarsand seventy-three cents from you? What about the forty bucks’ worthof gas I put in my van t
