Jessi’s nocturnal ramblings must have finally caught up with her, because she fell asleep a few hours later, sausage-rolled in Mum’s quilt. I was on the floor next to Beny, my head resting against his leg, while he absently curled my hair around his fingers—something he’d often done at college days while he was thinking.
“Niel,” he said softly, “what am I going to do?”
I twisted so I was looking up at him. “Do?”
“Yeah after”—he made a helpless gesture—“this. When I reach my highest level of functionality.”
“I thought you were going to MIT.”
“That was before.”
I opened my mouth. Then closed it again. Then tried anyway. “I’m not sure how to say this without it sounding bad but…what’s changed? I mean, I’m aware you have a disability now, not least because”—I risked a grin and he pulled
