The day Autumn received her properly fitted replacement chair, Elena invited our family over for dinner.

The final equipment plan had involved the clinic, the coverage administrator and support from the rotary club for expenses that were not otherwise met.

It had taken longer than the club originally expected, but the chair was fitted and adjusted for Autumn rather than picked because it looked impressive in a catalog.

Noah arrived carrying the guitar case.

Autumn met us in the hallway, maneuvered a careful turn and announced, “No one is allowed to call it the Purple Rocket.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Noah protested.