Beth didn't like Christmas; she had a steady level of dislike built up for any holidays that required a high level of exposure to her father. But now she was in the sitting room with Nigel and she was at ease.
Her father did not like when she used the wheelchair; she had used the cane all day, and she was tired. But now she was sitting to one side of the couch, drinking her wine, and she didn't want to move - because her joints hurt and because she wanted to spend more time in this comfortable silence with her brother.
He broke the silence. Beth raised her eyebrows at him. "Oh?" she said.
She did not want to get her hopes up.
Her father did not like when she used the wheelchair; she had used the cane all day, and she was tired. But now she was sitting to one side of the couch, drinking her wine, and she didn't want to move - because her joints hurt and because she wanted to spend more time in this comfortable silence with her brother.
He broke the silence. Beth raised her eyebrows at him. "Oh?" she said.
She did not want to get her hopes up.