you are the blind woman who lives downstairs I had never seen you before I heard you calling Bill from the hallway and thought it was a crying cat you have lived here thirty years a t.v. a couch a kitchen a phone that rang to tell you she had died and he and she and she from cancer what is it like to watch tv when you can't see who is the framed beauty in a tux? my granddaughter, you said proudly smiling from inside a fluffy pink housecoat K G Gaspar