expression.
“Has my daughter tried to get custody of Walter?”
She paused. “She’s asked about temporary guardianship.”
“Already?”
“She’s consulted about it, yes,” she said carefully. “Your medical situation raised some questions about Walter’s immediate care.”
“What kind of questions?”
“Whether you’d be physically able to resume full responsibility for him.”
“Because of the crash.”
“Among other things.”
I looked at her. “My eyesight.”
She hesitated a moment too long. “That was mentioned.”
Of course it was.
That afternoon, when Walter came back with a juice box and a coloring book he had no intention of using, I asked him one more question.
“The morning of the accident. Did you see Aunt Lisa anywhere near my glasses?”
He scrunched up his face. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“She was by your purse. On the table by the door. I think she had something in her hand.” He shook his head. “But I don’t
