Vincent & Sophie — The Empty Chair at Harbor Point
They sat in the kitchen while May made tea.
For several minutes, nobody spoke.
“Would you help me arrange a ride to the appointment?” June asked at last.
“Aunt May is working that morning.
Nothing more.
I can pay the clinic bill through my insurance.”
“Of course.”
Vincent arranged for an ordinary licensed car service, sent June the booking details, and left the decision with her.