Basil and I have been plotting to get Sally outside. Her energy levels can crash dramatically without warning. Basil, meanwhile has arthritis flareups and severe vertigo. Both could attend bookclub, with help, but might need to lie down.

I talked it over with Linda and Boss Lady.

“There’s the wheelchair lift,” said Linda.

“That gets them upstairs, but there’s nowhere to rest”

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure we can help. At least they can attend virtually.” said Boss Lady, spreading her hands in a gesture of defeat.

***

I threw it open to the bookworms at the pub. Beth laid her hand on my arm. “I can’t imagine not being able to get outdoors.”

“The furthest Sally has been in months is her front garden.”

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