There is a lesson in that which extends well past one cruel woman at one dinner.

We are all, the sighted, forever being managed by surfaces, by costumes and cars and the confident performance of worth, and it makes us slow, again and again, to perceive the actual character of the people performing them.

Grace’s gift, purchased at the terrible price of her sight, was to be immune to the performance.

She could not see what people wanted her to see.

So she saw, instead, what was actually there.