"Hey, Mom?" Summer asked while she mixed up the veggies in the salad.
"Yes?" Mrs. McPherson said as she brought a wooden spoon to her lips to taste the spaghetti sauce.
Summer looked up at her and saw what she was doing, "Ah, that's gross!" She whined loudly. "You're not going to continue stirring with that now are you?" She questioned disgustedly.
Mrs. McPherson laughed and held up a metal ladle, "No, I'm going to dish up with this now." She smiled at her daughter, "Put that on the table." She said motioning to the salad bowl, "And go get your dad and sister."
Grumbling, she picked up the wooden salad bowl and started towards the table, before turning back around. "I didn't get to ask my question." She stated.
"Well, if you didn't pitch a fit over me tasting the sauce," Her mother replied, "Then you would have."
Shrugging, Summer asked, "Is Zac ever going to see again?"
Silence strung out between them for a few seconds before Mrs. McPherson gave a sharp nod of her head. "His doctor is very optimistic about it. The tests are all coming back positive." She explained calmly.
But Summer eyed her for a second, not liking the calmness in her voice at all. "Well…" She said slowly. "What is your opinion about it?"
"My professional opinion about it, daughter." She said as she turned her back and turned off the stove, "Is that he will."
Summer now eyed her back, "And what is your personal opinion?"
Stiffly, Mrs. McPherson turned back around to face her. "Personally?" She asked, receiving a nod from Summer. "Personally," She said softly. "I don't think he will."
"I don't think he ever will." She admitted.
Trying to be as cool as possible, Summer set the salad bowl on the table, and started for the hallway that lead to the family room.
Upon spotting her sister and dad sitting in front of the television she cleared her throat and announced, "Dinner's ready."
She walked silently with Alexis as they went into the bathroom to wash up.
"You're quiet." Alexis stated quickly, as she watched her sister.
Summer nodded absently as she slowly dried her hands on the bath towel.
"What's wrong?" She asked sighing.
But shrugging it off, Summer went back down the hallway and into the dining room where her parents were already seated and dinner was already placed in their spots.
She took her seat, and looked around her. Thinking about all that Zac was missing now, because of being blind.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath to calm down, but the visions of his now unseeing eyes kept exploding behind her closed eyelids.
"Zac?" Jakob asked curiously as he stepped into the small room.
Silence greeted him and he took a deep breath, "I know you're in here." He stated a second later; "I can smell your cologne." He said smiling to himself.
Zac struggled for a second, before he sat up straighter in the small janitor's closet. "You could've just left me alone, ya know." He said bitterly.
"And why would I do a thing like that?" Jakob questioned as he leaned one hand on the doorframe, and the other on his hip.
"Uh, the fact that I wanted to be alone?" Zac asked sarcastically.
Jakob shook his head; "I've learned never to let you be by yourself."
"You and everyone else." He scoffed. "I'm not exactly an invalid. Just blind."
"I know what you are." Jakob said tightly. "I'm quite aware of it, since I've taught you everything about it that you know now."
Zac turned his head, and wiped at a runaway tear. "I just wish for once, no one would lie to me." He whispered.
Sighing, Jakob took a seat on the floor, and rested his back against the door. "Who lied, and about what?"
Groaning, Zac slammed the back of his head against the wall. "The doctors, my family, and the shrink I'm being forced to see."
"And?" Jakob asked waiting. "What did they lie about?"
"They said that I'm going to get my sight back." He confessed quietly.
They lied. Ran endlessly through his mind.
