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“It’s not something I’ve pried about,” she said.

“Why?” Shay asked. “You pry about everything else.”

“I do, but this was too personal.” She waved her hand and put some of the food in the fridge and began to load the dishwasher. “The important thing is Kendra is very close with her mother. She has a multi-family house. Her mother is on the first floor and Kendra on the third. I believe there are renters in the middle. She cares for her mother.”

“So Karen can’t live alone?”

“I don’t think that is the case as much as it’s a safety and comfort issue. Karen can see a little, but not much. Not detailed or anything like that. I don’t know it all.”

“That’s a first for you,” Shay said.

She grinned at her baby sister’s comment. “It’s not important. What is, is Kendra is very family orientated and that is what we like here. She’s a good person. She’s a lot like Ivan. I just need to figure out a way to get her to come out of her shell. It’s like she’s a tiny turtle scooting back in when someone gets too close to them.”

“If you think these two are perfect for each other it’s a good thing Ivan has a lot of patience.”

“Exactly,” she said. “See. I do think of it all.”

“We’ll let you believe that for now. Until I see results, I’m forming my own opinion.”

“I’ll get you results. But you can help and you know it.”

“We’ll see,” Shay said. “I’m not as sly as you.”

They both started to laugh. “Please. That’s a lie if I ever heard one. I’m sure you’re the one that talked to Hope about the Keys and you know it.”

“Maybe,” Shay said. “Sometimes you need to figure out how to get what you want. I learned that from my older sister.”

“Then let me work my magic.”

10

Put Her Mother First

Kendra walked downstairs on Christmas morning. The first few years they’d lived here she’d spent the night in the spare room so that she woke up with her mother on the holiday.

She’d never lived alone, and though she was in the same building, she knew it’d mean something to her mother to be in the room next door.

Since then though, Kendra stayed in her apartment and came down bright and early.

She had bags in her hands holding her gifts. It was just the two of them and she tried to make it festive and put as much under the tree as she could, even if it was little things. Her mother did the same.

She unlocked the door and let herself in. Her mother had voice-activated locks and always had her phone on her or her iWatch. It was a rule they had in case her mother needed help so she could call right away.

“Merry Christmas,” she said. “Yum. Why does it smell good in here? What are you making?”

“Cinnamon buns. It’s your favorite and I knew you were coming down. They are from a bakery and all I had to do was stick them in the oven for ten minutes to warm them up. Nothing to worry about.”

The timer went off and her mother reached for the oven mitts on the counter, but Kendra said, “I’ve got it.”

“I can do these things, Kendra. It’s not a huge deal.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not completely blind, as you know. I can see the pan, even if I have to turn my head to see it out of the side better.”

She knew this, but it was not something her mother could do nonstop. She had to realize her mother wasn’t helpless. Not completely. Not the way her father insisted.

Lots of blind people lived alone and functioned well. It’s just...her mother never did.




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