A couple, in their fifties, is coming out of the supermarket, he sits in wheelchair she pushes him along. He is grumpy, swears at her for a reason I don’t know, perhaps he thought she had spent too much money on groceries. She loses her temper; parks him on the pavement, puts the shopping in the car and drives off. He just sits there smoking a cigarette and waits. Five minutes later she returns, helps him into the car, folds up the wheel chair puts it in the boot and drives off. On his lips a smile quivers, is it of triumph or love?
