Furry

Grateful for his supportive attitude, Kim took a deep breath and told him.

‘So you see, I can’t bring myself to use that-’ she indicated the Solution A package, ‘especially now I know a bit more about him. He’s not just a spare parts kit, is he?’

Joe’s expression had changed from gentle concern to a form of outrage she hadn’t seem in him before. ‘I was wrong. This is ‘that awful’. I can’t believe anyone can get something like this by mail order. How are you supposed to install the new knees anyway?’

‘I don’t know. I only read as far as using the syringe of stuff to make it - him - relax into immobility.’

‘And then what?’

‘Well, I expect there’s more detailed instructions enclosed. It was quite an expensive model. You must have to find a local installer to do the rest-’

‘A local installer? Are you kidding? This is not some small furry pet that needs a splinter taking out - these are my knees we’re talking about - as well as his. Good grief woman, what were you thinking?’

‘I don’t know,’ she said miserably. ‘It seemed like a good idea at the time.’