Nancy’s blue eyes scanned the page I held before her.
“What do you see?” I asked.
Her concentration was the intense gaze of a student before a painting in a museum. Her lips parted. She was thinking. “I see … S’s.” She traced these images with her right index finger. “S’s,” she repeated. “Many S’s.”
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