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Show 9-4 I walked slowly toward the hospital. "Annie!" A nun stood on the steps, with a man whose bandages covered the eyes. The nun I had met the first day. I hurried up the steps and she smiled down at me. Her cheer and welcome warmed me. "You're here early today. I didn't expect you at all." She helped the blind man walk carefully down the steps. "Nor did your friend. Your father told us of your family's troubles. How is your grandfather?" She and the blind man paused at the bottom of the steps. "He's a lot better. But still in the hospital. Is my Father here now?" "No, and we don't expect to see him until the afternoon." We walked down the path, the three of us. The blind man bent his head as if trying to see his feet through the thick bandages. "But he made a special point to tell Andrew that you'd not be coming. He knew how much that young man has enjoyed your visits. Andrew will be so glad you've come. Can you stay a bit?" "Oh yes. I was worried he'd think I didn't want to come. That I didn't like him." How wonderful to be able to say it all, to talk to someone who understood. We paused on the path. The blind man cocked his head, listening to us. "No need to worry. Your father told him. Let's see now, where is Andrew now?" "Still on the ward." The blind man spoke. I looked up at him in surprise. His bunk Is across from mine. Only one Andrew here." |
