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Show 401 Finding Forrester Hy has parked the car in the accessible space and is coming around from his side to help me out. I have only walked increasingly longer, but still short, distances for a few weeks now, but, without the startle, we want to have a real date. At the movies. I am hanging on his arm more than I probably need to but I am not certain just how far it is into the mall, up the escalator and into the theater. I cannot anticipate the delays, the moments I will have to remain on my feet, and I am using Hy as my accommodation against potential collapse. His arm will help me pace until I can sit. He opens the heavy door to the mall and as we enter I am struck that people are going from one store to the next with apparent abandon, children are crying for their mothers to buy them some ice cream, teenagers are huddling around then bravado remarks in small groups, and no one is staring at me. We are simply a couple. I am once again invisible. Forrester is "found" in many ways that satisfy my soul and as we leave the theater, Hy forgets, for a moment, to take my arm. I am walking solo for the barest of an instant. ^. fledging ambulator. Nascent steps into a different life. |