But this day, I did not think—when he said these terrible things, I could not believe it. I am very sorry. Very very sorry.”
We had to park a block away from the Anne Frank House, and then while Lidewij stood in line to get tickets for us,
I sat with my back against a little tree, looking at all the moored houseboats in the Prinsengracht canal.
Augustus was standing above me, rolling my oxygen cart in lazy circles, just watching the wheels spin.
I wanted him to sit next to me, but I knew it was hard for him to sit, and harder still to stand back up.
“Okay?” he asked, looking down at me. I shrugged and reached a hand for his calf.
It was his fake calf, but I held on to it. He looked down at me.
“I wanted...” I said. “I know,” he said. “I know. Apparently the world is not a wish-granting factory.”
That made me smile a little. Lidewij returned with tickets, but her thin lips were pursed with worry.
“There is no elevator,” she said. “I am very very sorry.” “It’s okay,” I said.
“No, there are many stairs,” she said. “Steep stairs.“It’s okay,” I said again.
Augustus started to say something, but I interrupted. “It’s okay. I can do it.”
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