Campbell turned off the tv once the movie was over and looked at Abbey.
“That was actually a good movie. I’m glad you recommended it.”
She got up to get his wheelchair and move it closer to the sofa for him.
“It is one of my favorite movies. I’m not sure why people give it such a bad review.”
He shrugged and moved himself over to his chair. They had gotten into a comfortable routine lately. Campbell didn’t mind Abbey being there any longer. She let him do what he could and only helped when there was something he couldn’t do. She made the house feel less lonely also.
“Dinner should be ready in a few minutes.”
He watched her head for the kitchen to fix dinner. He turned the breaks off on his chair and headed for the kitchen behind her.
“If you want to get the plates down, I’ll set the table.”
She handed him the plates.
“It smells good.”
“It was a recipe my mother used to cook all of the time when I was feeling sad.”
Campbell looked over at her. He hadn’t noticed before but she did look a bit sad today.
“You can talk about it if you want.”
She looked at him as she sat dinner on the table.
“Five years ago today, I lost both my parents in an automobile accident. I always make this meal on the anniversary. Makes me feel like my parents are still here.”
He reached out and covered her hand with his.
“As long as they are in your heart, they are still here.”
She smiled softly at him. “Thank you. You are a sweet man.”
He looked across the table at her. “I’ve lost people close to me also. My brother…” He looked down at the table. “…my fiance and our unborn son.”
Abbey realized why he kept the door to the nursery locked now. “I’m sorry, Mr. Powell…”
“Campbell. You can call me Campbell. I think we’ve known each other long enough for that and you do live here.”
She nodded and watched him.
“I am sorry, Campbell. I understand about the room now.”
“I’m just not ready to share it yet. It’s still too soon.”
Abbey nodded. “I won’t bother the room.”