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across the street to Adrian’s house and he wondered if she’d ever appear at his door again. He shut the door, figuring it was probably best if she didn’t return. After all, who’d want a woman who wouldn’t even take care of her own child?

 
    Chapter 4
     
    Misty balanced the food on one arm and shoved Adrian’s door open with her free hand. She hurried into the kitchen, slamming the food on the table.
    “Misty, is that you?”
    Adrian sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea, her fingers skimmed over a piece of paper scattered with Braille bumps.
    “Yes, it’s me.” She hugged Adrian before dropping into a chair, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down. “What are you reading?”
    “It’s a letter from a local organization for the blind, inviting me to a special art event for blind people.”
    “Are you going?”
    Adrian shook her head while she pushed the paper away. “No. They usually have those events during the workday since most blind people are unemployed. I’m not going to take off from work to look at art.”  She sipped her tea.
    “How are things going at your job?”
    “Things are going okay.” Adrian worked as a computer programmer for the government. She was able to work by using a special Braille display hooked up to her computer. Misty recalled how Adrian had been out of work for years before she finally found a job. “I bumped into a box as soon as I walked into the house.”
    Misty sighed, folding her arms in front of her chest. “I’m sorry.” She had to remember that Adrian was blind and that she had to be careful about where she put her things. “I should’ve placed all of the boxes into the spare bedrooms.”
    “That’s okay.” Adrian opened a small china dish and spooned some sugar into her drink. She sniffed. “I smell tuna fish and cake. Did you bring food?”
    She guided Adrian’s hand to the aluminum container. “Sterling sent over tuna casserole.”
    Adrian chuckled. “That man loves sharing his food.”
    “Whatever,” Misty grumbled.
    “What’s wrong?”
    She sighed, telling her about the recent conversation she’d had. “That man made me angry. He’s thinking that I’m some unfit mother who’s abandoning her child and it’s not like that.”
    Adrian laughed. Walking toward the cupboard, she opened up the cabinet above the sink, removed a plate. She pulled flatware from the drawer. “Misty, you have such a fiery temper. Don’t let him upset you. Why didn’t you tell him about your situation?”
    “Because it’s none of his business.”
    After Adrian had dished up the casserole, she placed it into the microwave to warm. Misty watched her cousin press the Braille bumps that had been taped over the numbers on the microwave – she selected the time she wanted to heat her meal. “Well, you need to calm down. Besides, you have a few faults of your own. You’re nosy sometimes. I’ll bet you asked Sterling some questions that he didn’t want to answer.”
    Misty glanced at her cousin while she warmed the food. “I guess I did,” she mumbled. “What happened to his face? He looked like he was in a bad fight.”
    Adrian folded her arms in front of her chest. “He’s having some family trouble now and he was attacked by his drunken brother.”
    Misty gasped. “My goodness. What were they fighting over?”
    “In a nutshell? Money. That’s all I’m going to say because I don’t want to be spreading more information about Sterling’s business. Let’s talk about you. You could’ve simply told him that you need to start your new job and Jennifer’s new daycare didn’t have an opening for a couple of weeks, so you had to leave her with your mom until then.”
    “Well, I don’t care what he thinks about me. I doubt I’ll be sharing any more dinners with him.”
    “Don’t get so riled up.”
    Misty grumbled. “It’s hard to stay calm after I’ve just been insulted about the way I’m raising my daughter.”
    The microwave beeped