Katelyn and I spoke for quite some time until the door creaked and Mr Lawson walked inside with the support of his walking stick.
He grimaced as he took another step, but he kept on a poker face when he saw us sitting on the couch.
"This thing is so uncomfortable," he groaned, referring to the walking stick.
"Well, you need to push yourself harder in order to achieve anything," Katelyn replied.
I nodded and darted my eyes to Mr Lawson. He stood by the door in a stiff manner, but was still able to appear graceful. He had this unshakable imposing demeanor that made him look more terrifying than he actually was. It had to do with how he regarded everyone around him.
He struggled with the walking stick as he walked to the bed. I stood up and approached him. He stopped by his bed and
