Chapter 28

“Aside from getting stir-crazy from sitting around all day, I’m okay.”

“What can I say, except, stay off of those wooden ladders.”

“No problem there. I’ll never try that again.”

Wednesday morning, as I was carrying a basket of dirty clothes from Zeb and Norm’s room, Lucinda stopped me and said, “I can do that.”

“Two things,” I said. “One—you’re our guest, not our servant, and two—this is my job, and I need to do it.”

“But I don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t, but this is the only thing I can do to pull my share of the load around here, so I need to do it.”

“You really are independent, aren’t you?”

“I have to be. When you’re born blind, you have basically two options—you either become totally dependent on others, or you learn to take care of yourself as much as possible.”

“That makes sense, but getting back to the laundry, how do you know which clothes are which?”