Kelly needed help with his shoes. He said, “Help, please,” and wiggled his foot at me. I looked down at his untied shoe laces, pulled out a chair, sat down and said, “Put your foot up here on my knee.”
He put his foot on my shin. I grabbed it, pulled it higher, tried to gather his shoe laces but his foot was all wobbly. “Be still,” I said, and looked up at him.
His arms were extended and his eyes flared even wider. He sort of shrugged, smiled a bit and said, “Too high.” Then he slowly fell over.