After 6 PM, Opening Day.
Billy showed up a little after six, the agreed upon time. He had thought about whether or not he should boost Simon's rep with his own, something beyond just posting to the building forum and being "Billy in 103." In the end, he decided the PR department would make a fucking disaster of it, and nobody would come to see the art, they'd just come to see how fucked up he was after the accident. He hadn't even told any of his personal friends, because then they'd make it a big deal he was doing anything that involved that much standing that wasn't physio. This gallery thing was supposed to be Simon's deal, not Billy K.'s deal.
In the end he just showed up on his own.
The sedan pulled up outside. Billy was still sort of getting used to driving with hand controls and not foot pedals, but he didn't crash into anything--there was just a little extra brake than was absolutely necessary. The street wasn't as crowded as Billy would have liked. He got out and went through the complicated business of getting out of the car without falling, turning around without support, and going backward instead of forward to get the car door shut. He was actually pretty pleased with how it turned out. It didn't take him all that long as it had when he started.
Armed with his cane, he then wandered up through the front door and tried not to beam too much from under his hat. "Hey!"