Carefully, he lowers himself into the patio chair, leaning his crutches against one of the wood columns along the deck. He admires the view for himself for a moment, then admires the delight on her face. It's never looked quite as good out, he thinks.

He pours the wine into the two glasses, offering hers by placing it near where she stands. He takes his own and sips a drink from his glass, savoring the sweetly bitter taste. "I was gonna fix it up, but I never had the time," he says.