I nodded and chewed my lip. She was certainly right, but I didn't know what I was going to do for the next three hours. Once again I was frustrated, but I didn't want to take it out on her. "What do you think I should do?" I finally asked.
"I had an idea," she replied. "Just wait there in the living room for a bit. I promise, I won't take too long."
I nodded and watched her head down the hall. She opened and closed a door, and walked back past with a stack of towels. Then she went into her bedroom and emerged with that bottle in her hand. My eyes widened at that. She came out to the living room and spread out a big beach towel, then laid a second one on top of it.
"Lie down over here," she instructed.
I rolled the wheelchair over next to the towels and eased myself down onto the floor.
