20
Training
The sun was just touching the horizon as Grace wheeled Joan across the road and up a little concrete ramp onto the promenade.
‘Do you want to go onto the beach?’
Joan shook her head. ‘No, here’s fine. We have a good view and it’s warmer up here.’
Grace activated Joan’s wheel lock and then sat down on the edge of the promenade wall. She unwrapped a bag of fish’n’chips and handed it to Joan, then took another for herself out of the bag. Joan lifted a chip to her mouth, but Grace shook her head.
‘Wait a minute,’ she said. ‘We need to have a toast.’
‘What for?’
Grace pulled a box of wine out of the bag and set it on the wall. She unwrapped a pack of paper cups, took two and filled them with wine.
‘What’s this?’
‘Pinot Noir. It’s good.’
‘I meant this cup,’ Joan said, lift
