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Show 18 "Well, how long have you been blind?" One of the girls asked him, the one not driving. "Since this morning." "Since this . . .?!" "Well, sometime, maybe, in the night." Hunt was stupid about truth. "And you're going to the Mass General to have them look at you?" "Yeah. Since I can't look at them." The girls giggled. Hunt imagined them poking each other in the front seat. He clearly sensed them exchanging glances there. They were pulling faces in the silence now, he knew. He should tell them that he saw more than they thought. "We'll take you," the driver finally said. Hunt, though he was grateful, did not want to be anybody's cripple. "Just to the door," he said. "Could you tell me where the Eye and Ear Infirmary is?" he stopped someone he felt passing him and asked. They directed him. "And a telephone?" "You are where?" Leah asked. He told her. "Hunt, I thought you were in your studio! Feeling sorry for yourself!" |
