they would, instead, she said, go for a walk in which she would move herself by the strength of her own arms and he would walk beside her. he finally agreed, buthis displeasure grew with each step; this was a role he didn`t want to play.

　　"why don`t you just rest your arms and let me push you?"

　　"no."

　　"your arms`ll get sore; i`ve been helping you do it for three months now."

　　"i wheeled myself for twelve years before you came along ?nbsp;i doubt that my arms have forgotten how."

　　"but i don`t like having to walk beside you while you push yourself!"

　　"do you think i`ve liked having to sit helpless in your boat every weekend for the past two months?"

　　for a moment he was stunned into silence by this new learning. finally he said quietly, "i never realized that,amy. you`re in a wheelchair all the time