Continued, Life A Love Story
Flo walks slowly over to open the shade to look out at the street and her heart is heavy with love for all that is out there, but it is hard to see, mostly what she sees is light.
She goes down the hall and into the bathroom to wash up and to get ready. Hard to see! She feels for her little pot of rouge in the drawer and rubs some on her cheeks. Too much? She looks in the mirror. Can’t tell. She feels for her lipstick and puts some on.
Back to her room and she finds what she wants in the closet.
And then she slowly dresses and makes her way downstairs.
It’s hard to make it down the stairs. But she wants to finish.
She remembers a blind man she met named James Monroe, who told her he could still write letters because he put a ruler on the page and wrote the best he could above it.
And it was good enough. People could read it.
Flo goes to the silverware drawer and feels for a knife to act as a ruler.
Then she stations herself at the kitchen table and all the heaviness she has been feeling begins to lift.