becoming curious.
He glanced at me. “You going to tell me where we’re going?”
“Not yet.”
A few minutes later, I pulled into the parking area near the park.
Terry started becoming curious.
My husband looked around, confused.
“Okay… now I’m lost. Why are we stopping here?”
“You’ll see.”
Terry helped me out of the car and into my new wheelchair. Then we made our way toward a fenced-off section where a small crowd had gathered. People sat on blankets, chatting quietly as a group of musicians set up on
