Jennifer, Angus and Owen are waiting at a stoplight, on their way to ‘the big corner’ – the bustling retail intersection close to their house. Angus walks beside Owen’s wheelchair, occasionally and absent-mindedly patting him on the head. Angus holds onto the side of the wheelchair, lightly skipping over cracks. Light turns red as trio approaches intersection.
Repeatedly pushes ‘walk’ button.
Pauses, surveys traffic.
How old is Owen going to be?
At first distracted then senses she should pay attention.
Yes? Pardon? What’s that?
How old will Owen be when he’s, you know, really old?
Looks at Angus a while, talks slowly to buy time. Knows the answer.
Are you asking me ‘how long is Owen going to live’?
Yes. Like will it be old for Owen to be, you know… 40s? ….50s?
Turns to face Angus. Calm on the surface but quietly panicking.
Honey, I think it would be really something if Owen lives all the way to his 40s or 50s.
Surveys traffic again.
Yeah, I thought so.
Light turns green. Trio proceeds to ‘the big corner’. Angus continues to skip and doesn’t give any of it another thought.