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patches off myself if I’d had to wait very long for the doc to do it. But I didn’t. Just overnight.
    So I was sitting up in the bed, listening to the clock tick and my sister yap at me in an effort to try to distract me from my impatience. My breakfast tray was still there, wafting aromas that weren’t really bad but were making my stomach turn anyway. Amy was there. She was unusually quiet. Barracuda Woman was there via Skype, on a laptop beside my bed. The twins were at the mall. Sandra wisely thought maybe I’d like to see them for the first time with just us four.
    Mott hadn’t even shown up. Him and his idea that being blind was something to be proud of. Like we should have a freaking parade. Blind Pride. Fuck that. If I could see, I damned well wanted to.
    And there it was. My hopes were high. I hadn’t intended to let them climb up there, but they’d ascended to the point where they were making me dizzy. God, I was a glutton for punishment.
    And then there were the footsteps and the smells that told me Doc had finally arrived.
    “About time,” I said.
    “I said nine. It’s only 8:30.”
    “Left my braille watch home. Feels like noon of next year to me.” My voice was shaking. Why the hell was my voice was shaking?
    She came closer, moved right up next to the bed. Sandra was on the other side, and she slid a hand over mine, closing it tight, and said, “I’ll probably look like an old lady to you.” She was shaking, nervous and hopeful, and near tears.
    “Shit, I’ll probably look like an old lady to me. At least you had all morning to do hair and makeup. I’ve never smelled so much hairspray in my life.”
    She laughed softly. “It’s true, I did. Spent an hour and a half. It’s not every day your sister sees you for the first time in so long. God, I was what, sixteen?”
    Doc’s hands were at the back of my head, and she started unwrapping the gauze, layer by layer.
    “Don’t worry,” I told Sandra to lighten the mood. “I wasn’t expecting you to still be three feet tall and wearing bunny jammies. But you’d better have kept the dimples and curls. I’m probably a hag. It’s unfair.”
    “You’re beautiful, Rachel. You’ve always been beautiful.”
    “Yeah, that’s the ticket. Make me cry so I can’t see shit even with my new eyes.”
    I wasn’t even kidding. Really.
    “Don’t expect too much,” Doc said. “It’s going to be better than the last times, but still a little blurry for a couple of months. But it will improve. Every day it’ll improve.”
    “Thanks for the warning. Will you hurry up, already? What are you, rolling the gauze back up to reuse as you go along?”
    “You are such a bitch, Rachel,” Amy said. But she said it with love, and her voice was thick with tears already.
    The gauze was gone. I could feel it. Now there were just two thick pads over my eyes. Doc said, “Keep them closed until I tell you to open them, okay?”
    “You want me to wait longer? Yeah, what the hell, it’s only been twenty years.”
    She had her fingertips over the pads, just in case I got antsy, I guess. “Amy, can you get the lights? Sandra, the blinds? I want it dim in here for this.”
    They moved. The light switch snapped; blinds whispered shut.
    And then the pads were being peeled away. “Not yet, Rachel. Keep them closed. Just for a few more seconds.” Doc dabbed my eyes with something warm and wet. Then it moved away. “Okay.”
    Okay, I can open them now.
    No, I can’t do it.
    “Go ahead, Rachel. It’s all right. Open your eyes.”
    Just do it already. What are you gonna do, walk around with your eyes closed for the rest of your life?
    God, why is this so hard?
    I made myself do it. And you know, as much as you might think you can open your eyes slowly, you can’t. You really can’t. Try it, go ahead. There’s just no way. Eyes are either closed or open. Mine were closed.
    And then they were open.
    And it was dim, but...I could see . I couldn’t believe it.