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certainly wouldn’t tell you that he was tired, if he “Okay,” he said. did get tired. He’d just do his job, and me? I would kiss you. I would drink extra cups of coffee. I took the legs off the chair and positioned you at I would say, “You good, Babe?” and you would say, an angle that would allow me to stand between “Yeah,” and wink at me. We’d sail back and forth the open car door and you in the chair with to the hospital with lighter hearts, knowing life enough space to bend to lift you, rotate you, and had just been made a tiny bit easier for both of lower you into the car without hitting your head us. Dwayne was coming. He was on his way. on the frame. The tricky part was making sure your ankles didn’t get crossed up and trip us, and Dwayne showed up right on time. He was a foot that I sat you down far enough into the seat that shorter than the man I’d imagined, with a doughy, we could get your legs in the car easily, and that slouching frame. He smelled like cigarettes. I sat you far enough to the back of the seat that you wouldn’t slide down. There were a lot of tricky “Hi,” he said. “I’m Dwayne. It’s my first day.” parts. “Yes, hi,” I said. “I’m Nicole. Come on in.” I leaned down. “Ready, Love?” But he’s competent, I thought, chastising myself. I “Ready,” you said. ushered him in and started explaining the day. We had a ten o’clock appointment at the hospital, so I took a low squat, alternating our knees, and we’d be leaving immediately. wrapped my hands around you. “This is Jaylan,” I said. “Jaylan, this is Dwayne.” You put your chin on my shoulder. “Hey, man,” you said. “How’s it going?” “One, two, three,” I said. I drove my heels into the floor and lifted. It was difficult for you to lift your head and look at Dwayne. I motioned for him to stand to your Your mother pulled the wheelchair away. right. I rotated your back toward the car, checked to “Hey,” Dwayne said. “Nice to meet you.” make sure I hadn’t tangled up your feet, and squatted, lowering you into the seat. “Let’s go,” I said. We headed for the elevator to the parking garage, where I’d pulled the car You let out a breath. around to one of the disabled spots, which were flat. Since you’d started using a wheelchair, “Are you in?” I said. getting in and out of the car was the hardest thing we did. “Almost.” You held the handle on the inside of the roof while your mother and I adjusted the pad to Though Dwayne was there to help, I took the lead. pull you into the most comfortable position. “I’m sure you have your own way of doing this, but I’ll do it this time, just so you can see how it’s I broke down the wheelchair enough to get it in working for us.” the hatchback of our car. There was just enough room. 8