"Y'know, he's going to have to learn to walk himself." She commented on his return.
"Yeah, I know, but c'mon, he only got out of plaster a couple of weeks ago and his leg isn't quite strong enough yet."
"It isn't going to get strong again if he gets carried around all the time."
"He does have problems going up and down stairs."
"He has problems going anywhere."
Isaac gave her a look of exasperation.
"What do you want me to do? I'm not going to sit back and watch him struggle into the damn bus ok? He could very easily hurt himself again that way - even if it is only three steps."
Babsie sighed.
"I just, I have a serious problem with him moping around feeling sorry for himself."
"Well, wouldn't you if you were eight years old and had your leg amputated?"
"Ike, honey, you never knew me when I was eight years old."
"And all of a sudden I'm glad I didn't." Isaac replied.
Babsie laughed.
"Look, we have the therapist, I just don't know what else we can do." Isaac continued. "I mean, you are right. He is moping around, but y'know."
"Maybe we should have left for Tulsa when he got out of hospital." Babsie commented thoughtfully.
"Nah. If he's gonna be like this, I think it's better on tour. At least while we're touring he has to move. Knowing Cosmo, had you'd gone home he would have tried to stay in bed all day - you know, the stairs. That one really big excuse right there."
"I suppose."
There was quiet for a moment.
"Say, I have an idea." Isaac said suddenly. "Why don't we go find other people who have had limbs amputated? Maybe that'll do something for him."
Babsie's face lit up.
"Hey, good idea."
"Of course it's a good idea. I thought of it."
"And so modest about it too I see."
"Naturally. All the time."
"Uh huh."