“You want to take me away?” she asked me from her wheelchair.
“You want to go away?” I asked her.
“Yes. You wanna take me?”
I looked down at the cat who had jumped into the chair with me.
“I would but I have a kitty on my lap.”
“I’m talking about me,” she said.
She rolled her chair past me and then stopped after a few feet and sat still staring at the wall.
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A conversation from a few years ago.