Charles and Open (multiples fine by me!)
Charles wouldn't say he was feeling his age, what if he had parked his wheelchair in a sunny spot in the common room? He was deep in work on his plans for his home, creating his wishlist to upgrade the run-of-the-mill infirmary that was tucked in the corner of the mansion's basement, into a state of the art medical unit.
An email popped up on his tablet, a cordial message from his friend Brene, asking him to blurb her new book, and he smiled, grateful that his friends didn't believe all the slander that had been thrown around while he was missing the last year. Charles replied, giving her the address to have her publisher send him a galley and flipped back to hospital furnishings company website.