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changed the subject.
    “Daniel, what about
you?” she asked. “Judy said you’re going to be a senior this year. What are
your plans?” 
    “Nothing special.
It’s all a wash now anyway.”
    “Yes, you will
have some adjusting to do.” 
    “So... Aunt
Ethyl, you never really told me what you do. Is it a secret or something?”
    “Not really, the
company I started does medical research. We’re looking for ways to make
medicines that can help the body heal without surgery. The process uses DNA and
stem cells. Are you familiar with that?”
    “Yeah, we studied
that in biology last year. Guess I won’t be doing that anymore.”
    “Nonsense,”
responded Ethyl, glancing over her shoulder. “Daniel, you’re blind, not a
paraplegic. You have a handicap, but you can still learn and do incredible
things. Judy says the FBI will help with your training. And I’ve already begun
checking out several schools in our area. Several have stupendous programs for
the blind and even offer college preparatory classes. Once we get back and get
you settled we’ll get your physical taken care of and vaccinations up to
date−from there it’s up to you.”
    “I just wish I
could remember what happened. Why I’m blind...”
    “All in good
time, young man. All things in time.”
     
     
    *    *    *    *
     
     
    It was late
afternoon when Ethyl turned her car onto a small paved road that wove its way
up into the foothills of Los Gatos. Daniel surmised that they were nearly at
their destination as Katie had rolled down her window and was squirming around
in her seat. Doing the same, he felt for the button on the door console. His
window slid open allowing the fresh air to hit him in the face. The first thing
he noticed was an array of scents−salty air, fresh cut grass and flowers.
It smelled great. The rest he had to imagine.
    The remaining
drive only took a couple of minutes as Ethyl navigated through the picturesque
lanes that comprised the settlement of Los Gatos. The estates here were well to
do, an acre or more in size, a variety of one and two story custom homes offset
with ornate fences, manicured lawns and flower beds set against the lush, hilly
terrain of Northern California. The car turned onto a gravel driveway and
Daniel listened as the car’s tires crunched against the stones. He was amazed
at noticing things like that. The car came to a stop.
     “We’re here,”
announced Ethyl, turning off the ignition.
    “Yippee,” yelled
Katie. She was instantly out of the car, hooting and hollering, her nimble
young frame dancing across the lawn; she was happy to be home. Her exuberance
was infectious and Daniel had to admit he was eager to get out of the car too.
He undid his seat belt and opened the door, setting his feet on the gravel.
Using the door for support he stood and stretched his legs, while taking a deep
breath.
    “Smells nice, a
little salty,” he commented. “I wish I could see where we are.”
    “Well, the most
important thing I can tell you Daniel is that this is your new home,” said
Ethyl, joining him. “And I hope you’ll be comfortable here.”
    “What does it
look like?” he asked.
    “Our house is
what they call a Tudor style,” answered Ethyl. “Something like you might find
in the English countryside. It’s two stories, brown and white with a tile
thatched roof.”
    “It sounds very
nice,” responded Daniel. “And thank you.”
    Suddenly from off
to one side, a fair distance away, there was a boisterous ruckus. It was
emanating from behind a six foot hedge that bordered Ethyl’s property−a
dog was barking and someone was yelling, “Okay! Okay! Wait a minute.”
    “June Bug!” Katie
screamed. “Come here, girl.”
    Falling to her
knees, Katie spread her arms wide welcoming her Irish Setter as it rounded the
evergreen hedge separating their home from the neighbors. The dog bounded
across the lawn full bore as if there were no tomorrow. It plowed into Katie,
knocking her