“How do you know I’m looking at anything, old man?” Hank is eighty-three years young and began losing his vision at fifteen due to Leber hereditary optic neuropathy. It affected his left eye first, and a few months later his right. Though he can perceive shadows, he’s been legally blind since before his sixteenth birthday. Hank taps the spot between his eyes with two fingers. “Third eye. Some people call it mother’s intuition.” “You’re not a mother,” I remind him, in case he’s forgotten.
