By early evening, I was the proud owner of a cell phone. Alec sported a two-week supply of prescription pain relievers and anti-inflammatories. He also had a set of crutches and a basic wheelchair that left Alec in charge or rolling himself around and lifting himself in and out of the chair.
It must have been hard on Eugene to give his son a basic chair when he'd been talking about giving Alec a top-of-the-line electric chair with a lift feature, voice activation, and dozens of other bells and whistles that a short-term user would never need.
As a bonus, my pantry was full of fresh fruit and vegetables. While the grill heated, a pair of T-bone steaks rested in a seasoning rub.
"Here." I held out two ears of corn. "Help me shuck these, please, while I season the carrots and put the potatoes on the grill."
Alec took the corn and a bowl for the husks. "I could do this in the kitchen."
