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Sharon was ever and always pleased to hear that someone might take her up on piano lessons. Even if nothing ever came of it, they were at least open to the idea of trying, which was no bad thing. In this instance, he would have to stay out of the house all day every day not to take advantage of her and the piano both being right there. She was almost as sedentary as it was…
As he handed his empty cup over and managed to blurt out a concern that seemed to embarrass him, she blinked in surprise at the bluntness, and then gave him an encouraging, though small, smile as he apologised. It would have to come up at some point, anyway. And she was not always eager to bring it up herself. Better now than him coming home to her sitting in a wheelchair. "That is quite alright. A question should be asked." She had heard more than her share of strange ones, truth be told.
"I do not usually need help inside, no. My muscles are sound, if not as strong as your own." Her smile widened for a moment. "It is my lungs. They are damaged so I do. not get enough air. My breath is always short. Sometimes it makes me dizzy, or tired. I use a wheelchair if I am going anywhere outside the house."
Explanation given, Sharon went to put their dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She simplified the issue and its effects for the sake of not using too many words. As long as he understood the basics, that was enough, unless he wanted to know more. She gave him the chance to ask as she went from the dishwasher to the computer, looking for the wifi password, hoping it had been written down on one of the sticky notes there.
As he handed his empty cup over and managed to blurt out a concern that seemed to embarrass him, she blinked in surprise at the bluntness, and then gave him an encouraging, though small, smile as he apologised. It would have to come up at some point, anyway. And she was not always eager to bring it up herself. Better now than him coming home to her sitting in a wheelchair. "That is quite alright. A question should be asked." She had heard more than her share of strange ones, truth be told.
"I do not usually need help inside, no. My muscles are sound, if not as strong as your own." Her smile widened for a moment. "It is my lungs. They are damaged so I do. not get enough air. My breath is always short. Sometimes it makes me dizzy, or tired. I use a wheelchair if I am going anywhere outside the house."
Explanation given, Sharon went to put their dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She simplified the issue and its effects for the sake of not using too many words. As long as he understood the basics, that was enough, unless he wanted to know more. She gave him the chance to ask as she went from the dishwasher to the computer, looking for the wifi password, hoping it had been written down on one of the sticky notes there.