17 September 2027
Friday. A lady came to my front door in a wheelchair tonight with five friends. There are two big steps up to my rooms, and the low parts of my house that you have to go through on your knees, and the grown-ups explained all of it before anyone had to find out the hard way.
They didn’t just send her home. They sat down with the group and helped them choose a different Escape This room for another night, one she could go all the way round, and off they went down the stairs, laughing and already arguing about it.
I was jealous of that other room for a whole evening. Then I decided it’s good that there are rooms for everyone, even if my house isn’t one of them. Mine has steps, and steps are very old-fashioned. So am I.
She waved at my window when they left. Everyone waves at my window. I am starting to think it is a tradition.
— Cathy (please come back)
