I looked at his painting and laughed.
"Sweetheart, why is the grass purple?"
He shrugged.
"Because I like purple."
I smiled.
"That's a very good reason."
Then my phone rang.
June.
I answered immediately.
"Hello?"
Her voice trembled.
"Mara?"
My heartbeat quickened.
"June? Are you okay?"
For several seconds, she couldn't speak.
Then she began crying.
I stood.
"June?"
She laughed through her tears.
"I saw something today."
My hand flew to my mouth.
"What?"
"A window."
I closed my eyes.
June continued.
"It was blurry. The doctors say we still have to see how much useful vision I can recover. But I could tell where the light was coming from."
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Oh, June."
"I saw the window, Mara."
I began sobbing.
She laughed.
"I know that sounds ridiculous."
"No!"
I shook my head.
"No, it doesn't."
She took a shaky breath.
"I stood there for almost ten minutes, staring at the shape of the light."
