“As dependent as a baby that doesn’t know how to get anything except cry for it,” says Homer. “Well, now you know, Wilma. Now you have an idea of what it is. I guess you don’t know what to say.” He sits down on the bed.
“It’s all right,” says Homer. “Go on home. Go away, like your family said.”
Wilma kneels next to Homer.
“I know what to say, Homer,” says Wilma. “I love you. And I’m never going to leave you. Never.”
She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. They both look down at his prosthetics. Wilma picks the harness up off the bed and places it on a chair.