“She turned her face to the glass window and smiled, waving goodbye to Robert, wondering if he were looking. That's the trouble with being blind, she thought. You never know if anyone waves back.” — Melinda Cross Copy Share Image
“We always protect our heads, our faces,' he commented as he followed a half-step behind and to her left. It's pure instinct; to shield… — Melinda Cross Copy Share
“She turned her face to the glass window and smiled, waving goodbye to Robert, wondering if he were looking. That's the trouble with being… — Melinda Cross Copy Share
“I hate these affairs", he'd told her once, tearing up an engraved invitation to an exclusive charity ball. "They're the worst kind of discrimination.… — Melinda Cross Copy Share
“Cassie fumbled helplessly beneath the shade of the ancient oak, still searching for her second shoe.The first had been easy to find, having landed… — Melinda Cross Copy Share
