Forty Three

DEVAN

A wheelchair party was what we were having. I was across the table, with Lance at the other end, slurping his glass of water.

I sat still, as I absorbed every moment of the evening. I hadn't been so long in a long time, and I really felt delighted to be out again after a long time. Was it really that long though?

Somehow, Lance had managed to find a way for the both of us to sneak out of the hospital premises, without anyone knowing. He didn't seem like that kind of kid though.

I mean, with his rounded glasses, a clean shaved head, and a face that seemed too innocent to cause any trouble, one could easily pass him off as being innocent of any crime he had committed.

I took my eyes off Lance, and turned around to focus on all that there was to see. There was an organ playing in the background. A tune that I knew, now that was strange.

"You should order something, Devan." He mumbled.

"I'm not hungry, and besides I don't have cash on me."

He chuc