He sat at the window, totally awake now, totally aware that the police car he was seeing in Annies driveway was as real as his left foot had once been.
She had plugged the knife into the outlet by his wheelchair and there had been more pleading and more screaming and more promises that he would be good. It took Paul five endless minutes of backing and filling to get the wheelchair exactly where he wanted it, with the left wheel almost touching the door.