Kayla dragged me into an opticians shop against my will.

“… I don’t care! You are taking an eye test. For Christ’s sake Jill, you thought that dog was bright orange!!!”

I stumbled gazing at the numerous shelves of glass frames. “It… It was the sun! It’s because the light was that bright!” I stammered.

Kayla shook her head and pursed her plump lips in disapproval. “Jill, it was raining.”
Her voice had taken on a hard edge and her words sounded a little flat. In her case, this meant that I would be getting that eye test even if she had to drag me in there by my leg, kicking and flailing about like a pig in for slaughtering.
Still, I slowed down a little and toyed with that idea for a while.

I guessed the optician noticed my demented look and the fact that I was searching for escape exits while waiting for his examination. He treated me with deliberate patience and care, as if I was a five year old child. I would have not been surprised if he gave me a lollipop when he finished.

Instead, he put on a blank face and quietly uttered:
“Miss Holland, you’re going blind.”