There was a wealthy young man in Caracas, said her mom, who had the misfortune to be blind. He had not been born that way. When traveling as a young man he contracted scarlet fever in Mexico City and lost his sight. He was the only living member of his immediate family, and stayed in the city, occupying a grand manor in Polanco. He had in his employ a companion who seldom left his side, but he displayed a remarkable ability to conduct his own affairs. His remaining senses were sharpened to a fine point, which resulted in an enhanced cognizance of nearly every environmental fluctuation. “Do you hear me?” her mom said. “Every environmental fluctuation!” Her mom was screaming, eyes wild. She had no idea why. The story had been so nice until then.
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