partially because of you.â
âWell, Iâm partially sorry,â I said like an idiot. âI mean, Iâm fully sorry for my portion of it.â
Lexie took a deep, shuddering breath and another breath that was smoother. âIâm so, so tired of being âthe blind girl.ââ
âHey, technology is advancing and stuff,â I said. âMaybe someday youâll be able to see.â
âThatâs not what I mean!â
I didnât say anything else because if I was going to put any more feet in my mouth, I was gonna have to borrow someone elseâs from down the hall.
âBeing blind isnât the problem,â she said. âItâs being seen as âthe blind girl.â When I asked you to take me to the dance, it was because you wonât treat me like a china doll. You wonât be afraid to bump into me or step on my feet.â
âYeah, Iâm pretty good at that.â
âWhenever I walk into a room of strangers, I feel all those eyes on me. I canât see, but I still feel those eyes; isnât that funny? People see me, and they automatically make assumptions that set me apart from anyone else in the room. I used to like that when I was younger, but now I see itâs an awkward, lonely kind of attention. I want people to see me , not âthe blind girl.ââ
âEven if you werenât blind, I think youâd stand apart,â I told her. âBut thatâs a good thing. I mean, blind or not, youâre kind of . . . I donât know . . . remarkable.â
âRemarkable,â she repeated, but it came out bitter. âYes, people make remarks about me all the time.â
âThatâs not what I meant.â
She reached over and put her hand on my knee, squeezing gently. âI know, Antsy.â
We sat like that for a while listening to the whoosh of the ocean as the ship cut through the water.
âI think I get it,â I said. âBut I also get why it happens. Itâs like we have to put people into boxes, because our brains arenât big enough to make every person a person. So we put them all into boxes and then we get to decide whose box weâre going to open. We gotta be careful, though, because if we open everybodyâs box, weâll go crazy. So yeah, youâll be âthe blind girlâ and Iâll be âthe obnoxious Italian guyâ to like ninety-nine percent of the people we meet. But to the one percent that opens our boxes, they get to hit the jackpot. Although theyâll probably return me for store credit.â
She laughed a little, which was good. It meant there was another emotion there to fight against the tears. It occurred to me that she hadnât asked me about where Iâd been. I could have avoided the subject entirely, but somehow, I felt I owed her an explanation.
âI couldnât go to the dance because Iâve been hanging out with someone whose been causing me a lot of grief,â I told her. âBut the thing is, this person needs my help.â
She smiled, sought out my hand, and grasped it. âYouâre good at that, Antsy. Helping people.â
âYeah,â I said. âEverybody but myself. Anyway, itâs not what you think.â
âYou donât have to say any more. Itâs none of my business.â
âWell, it kinda is. I mean youâre expecting me to spend time with you on this cruise. Howie is expecting that, too, and Iâve been abandoning you both.â Then I thought of something that was sure to cheer her up. âBut hey, when we get to Grand Cayman, youâll get to hang with your parents, right? I know youâre looking forward to that.â
She took her hand back from me at the mention of her parents and began to run her fingers along the levers and valves of her flute.
âI was looking forward to it,â Lexie admitted, âbut we just got word
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