.." When she reached that person, they could call, 'run left'. Then the next person would call to her. Moira ran as much as any kid-and loved it. The ...ids in her school were taught the technique and enjoyed helping her with it as much as she loved the running.I don't know if it was because of her blindness or just because she was female. Moira developed into a girl who was extraordinarily gifted at making friends and at having friends who wanted to help her.Her teachers told us the kids often. C. has been gone a long time."I stroked her hair. Seeing Laura in a jovial mood was giving me hope, false hope. During the night she tossed and turned, kicked and flailed. At one point she sat up and screamed, "MY ASS, MY ASS, NOT MY ASS!"She wouldn't let me touch her. Each time I tried she jerked her body away she struck me with her slim hand. I was wide awake; she was still asleep.It was 3:47 a.m. I went to the kitchen and made coffee, wanting to be near if she needed me but not near enough. ”She wriggled her skirt back down until she was at least halfway decent before glancing at me and blushing. I ignored her and slowed the car as I drove through the village and turning into my driveway.++++++++++I went into a sort of daze when she started the car up again. The road was now totally different. Gone were the smooth open curves of the motorway to be replaced by the typical English country lanes, twisting and bending and slightly claustrophobic. I was glad when it opened out enough. Their eyes seemed to avoid me like the plague, as if unattractiveness wassomething that they could catch. I do know why Lois didn't want to get physical with me that night,well who besides some unrealistically optimistic Hollywood scriptwriterscould blame her. She was, after all, one of the prettiest girls at work,and I'm a slightly overweight, slightly balding, four eyed geek. All thetime that we were at the concert and even earlier at dinner, she couldn'thelp reminding anyone she knew.