I am HER eyes

I discussed the subject with Harry, my husband, who really has been fantastic about me spending so much time with Victoria. He hasn't balked once about my endless days and nights with my sister.

Harry said I should be good to Tori after everything she has done for me over the years. We've grown apart, Harry and me. We're together but apart. I know I love him though, even though we've had our share of problems. Harry was the fellow who went to check out the ghost story with me. In truth, we would never have married had it not been for the ghost investigation.

Finally, despite Tori's protestations and lamentations (to use words I have heard her utter), I could read no more. I had no voice and Doctor Fisher said I had to rest it.

So, I got the idea that if she would not listen to audiobooks, then I would hire a reader. I would find a person who would come to her house and read to her just as I have been doing.

I took out a print ad, pinned up handmade signs on the community bulletin boards at WalMart, Redners, and Boyer's, and I posted it to the Internet. God, do I miss the Internet. I haven't been chatting with my friends at all lately, not in the past year, not since I had become Victoria's personal reader, her eyes.

I wish she would have married. I wish she had a husband to read to her. We always told her it was a waste, her not hunkering down to grow old with someone.

God. Oh my God. You know what we used to say to her? "You might as well find a man, Victoria. How will you exist if you lose your eyesight? If only I could have seen the future.

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