Authors: Debra Shiveley Welch
claw,
c
a
used
by
spasticity,
a
com
m
on
sy
m
p
t
o
m
o
f
a
brain
i
n
j
u
ry.
Hurt
her
to
see
him
stu
m
ble
for
w
o
r
d
s.
Pet
e
r
S
potted
E
agle,
once
s
o
st
ro
ng and ha
n
d
s
o
m
e,
was
n
o
w
r
e
d
u
ced
to
bei
n
g
c
a
red
f
o
r
by his
wo
m
en,
a
deep bl
o
w
to
a
m
a
n
o
f
his
c
u
lt
u
ral u
pb
ri
n
gi
ng
,
or
a
n
y
up
b
r
i
ng
i
ng f
o
r
t
h
at matter.
Re
v
a
n
od
d
ed, a
n
d
w
h
eeled
Peter
to
t
h
e d
o
orway
o
f
t
h
e
k
itc
h
e
n
ette. H
i
k
in
g
h
e
rs
el
f
u
p
o
n
a
sto
o
l
,
a
n
d
lea
n
in
g
h
e
r
elbo
w
s
o
n
th
e
co
un
te
r
,
s
h
e said,
“
So,
w
h
at
have
y
o
u be
e
n
u
p
t
o
to
da
y
?
”
T
h
e
o
p
e
n
i
n
g
o
f
t
h
e
do
o
r
i
n
ter
r
u
p
te
d
Le
n
a’s re
h
e
a
r
se
d
re
p
l
y
.
Ma
r
y,
j
u
st
ho
m
e
fr
o
m her
j
o
b
at
a
nea
r
by G
e
r
m
an
b
a
ker
y
,
e
n
te
r
ed
sl
o
wl
y
.
S
h
e l
o
o
k
ed tired,
w
o
rn o
u
t in fact.
Mary
One F
e
ather was a
t
i
reless
a
d
voca
t
e
for
h
e
r beloved.
She sel
do
m le
f
t
h
is
si
d
e,
and
was
in
d
efati
g
a
b
le
in
h
is
physical
t
h
e
r
a
p
y exercise
s
.
Returning
from work,
ti
red
a
n
d
s
t
ress
e
d,
s
h
e
w
o
u
l
d
wa
l
k directly
to
Pe
t
er,
kiss
hi
m
,
and
o
n
ly
after
s
h
e
kn
e
w
t
h
at he
had
eat
e
n
a g
oo
d
m
eal,
w
o
uld
she
all
o
w
herse
l
f
t
h
e
s
o
le
l
u
x
u
ry
of
a
hot
ba
t
h
.
T
h
at finish
e
d
,
Pete
r’
s ex
e
rcises
w
o
uld
b
e
gin
an
d
c
onti
n
ue
f
o
r
a
n h
ou
r
at least.
It
di
d
n
’t
m
att
e
r
t
h
at
Peter’s
m
o
t
h
er
had
given
Peter
his
t
h
er
a
p
y
a few
ti
m
es
dur
i
ng
t
h
e
d
a
y
.
M
ary
was
his
w
i
fe,
an
d
it
w
as
her
d
u
ty
to
m
ake
s
u
re
t
h
at
all of
h
i
s
ne
e
d
s
w
e
re
t
ak
e
n
c
ar
e
o
f.
M
o
re
in
l
o
ve w
i
th
h
e
r
h
u
s
b
a
nd
t
h
a
n
e
v
er,
M
ary was
de
e
p
ly grate
f
ul to
W
a
k
a
n
T
an
k
a
fo
r
Pet
e
r’s
r
et
u
r
n
,
an
d
was
deter
m
i
n
ed
to br
i
n
g him
back as close
t
o his
for
m
er self as
po
s
sible.
Wal
k
ing
s
l
o
w
l
y
i
n
to
t
h
e roo
m
,
Mary
p
la
c
ed
h
er p
u
rse
u
pon
t
h
e co
f
fee
table
a
nd wal
k
e
d
to her h
u
sb
an
d.
“
M
i
h
ing
a
27
” she
m
u
r
m
ured lovi
n
g
l
y
,
plac
i
ng
a
li
n
g
e
ri
n
g
kiss
up
on
his
f
o
rehe
a
d
.
Peter
att
e
m
p
ted
a smile,
a
n
d
with
h
is
ri
gh
t
h
an
d
,
t
o
uched
h
er
still
un
li
n
ed
c
h
eek. “Mitawi
n
,
”
28
h
e
m
u
r
m
u
red
in ret
u
r
n
,
for
m
i
n
g t
h
e word slowly.