Chapter 39
I found a parking spot close to the front door of Promise Hospice. “I’m going to get you a wheelchair. Will you be all right for a little bit?”
“Yes.” But, oh, God, his voice was so faint.
“Do you want an aide?”
“No.”
I ran into the building, called out, “Wheelchair?” and when the receptionist pointed, I followed her gesture toward a corridor that ran in the opposite direction to the garden. I found a wheelchair in an alcove and hurried back out.
“I’m sorry I took you away from your engagement party,” Granddad said as I helped him into the wheelchair.
I wasn’t. I forced a smile at the evening receptionist and wheeled him to his room. “Do you want me to ring for an aide?”
“No. I think we need to talk, and a third person will just be in the way.”
“All right.” I removed my
