She knew now. And she was fine with it. In fact she seemed as though, my blindness wasn’t even an issue.

That hug she gave me, was perfect. Despite the fact that she left me soaked, it was a warmer hug than I had ever recieved in my life. Elizabeth had never felt so good in my arms.

I heard Marguerite step out from the bedroom, “Your house is so… so tidy,” she commented.

“Yes, that’s part of what John takes care of when he visits.”

“John?”

“Yes. The man who is here a lot. The one who met that lady friend of your’s outside. What was her name? Izzy?”

“Oh… right! Him! Quite the character isn’t he?”

“Hmm…” I had no clue how to respond to her comment on John. As far as I could tell Izzy was something herself. “Did you find something to wear?” I asked to change the subject.

“Yeah actually. I found a nice skirt and top in a box in there. Were they your wife’s?”

I know the blood in my face must have drained. It felt so wrong to let her wear Elizabeth’s clothes. Even if she wasn’t coming back for them.