Billy's relief was obvious. "I stuck it in the bedroom." He put the cup aside and pushed off from the counter, setting off in his awkward, dragging shuffle toward the short hall. "She dropped them off in this box. Those cacti right there came from her too." He nodded behind Simon at the windowsill, where the little planters now stood. "Got the small ones out okay, but apparently lifting things up isn't possible. I can go forward and back and side to side, but fucking up..." Billy almost shook his head, but he was busy trying to keep his balance.
"Here." The three remaining plants were the zebra, the amaryllis, and the dwarf umbrella. The ones with the larger pots. It was easy to see how Billy couldn't take them by one hand and lift straight up; he'd have to use his back and his knees. "I got no idea where to put 'em. Maybe one by the door. I trust your artistic intuition." Grin.