The knees’ owner blinked up at her from his crouched position in the base of the box. He seemed to be curiously quiet, and made no move to avoid her hand when she reached into the box to touch him.
‘Are you okay?’ she asked.
He was wrapped in coarse calico drapery, not unlike the desert robes she’d seen in the Dune movies. He felt warm and very dry. He made no reply, his eyelids fluttering as he looked up into her eyes, waiting for her next move, she supposed.
‘Do you understand what I’m saying?’
There was a slow single nod and he closed his eyes.
Kim sat back on her heels. She had been so excited to order new knees for Joe, that she hadn’t given a thought to what would happen when they arrived. There had been some bumpf in the instructions about arranging installation but she’d skimmed through that bit, in her haste to make her purchase. She hadn’t thought this through at all.
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