Ethan started pushing Ondrea’s wheelchair when she remembered about her next appointment.
“Ethan, I didn’t book an appointment for the following week.”
“Isn’t it every Friday?”
“No, because Stacie had to go somewhere. I don’t remember if next week or the end of the month. Can we go back to the clinic?”
“Nah,” Ethan shook his head.” Let’s ask her later at Pike Place. The sky is getting dark we gotta get there before it pours.”
“Okay.”
“How was your session?” Ethan asked while carrying his sister. Then, putting her down by the shotgun seat. Afterward, he walked to the back of his car to stash the wheelchair in the trunk.
“Do you feel any better?” he asked again. Then, he leans towards his sister making sure Ondrea's seatbelts are fasten
