Sixty dollars later Jeevan was alone outside his brother's apartment door, the...

Sixty dollars later Jeevan was alone outside his brother's apartment door, the carts lined up down the corridor. Perhaps, he thought, he should have called ahead from the grocery store. It was one a.m. on a Thursday night, the corridor all closed doors and silence.
"Jeevan," Frank said when he came to the door. "An unexpected pleasure."
"I…" Jeevan didn't know how to explain himself, so he stepped back and gestured weakly at the carts instead of speaking. Frank manoeuvred his wheelchair forward and peered down the hall.
"I see you went shopping," Frank said.