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my head: For fourteen years, I’ve focused on what I don’t<br />
have—a father, a cool mother, a happening hometown, a<br />
boyfriend, the moves of a Goddess. Mr. Arthur wasn’t the<br />
only person who was temporarily blind.<br />
“Are you okay?” Aunt Marty appears at my side and<br />
whispers in my ear.<br />
Now I know the true answer to that question.<br />
“I will be,” I say. She sits down while I elongate my<br />
neck, stand up straight, and continue. “Mr. Arthur did one<br />
thing better than anyone I’ve ever met—besides my mother.<br />
He stayed.”<br />
Sadly, it took Mr. Arthur’s absence for me to finally<br />
appreciate his presence.<br />
“That’s all I have to say.” With that, I sit in the front row<br />
next to my mom and let her hold my hand without freaking<br />
out even once.<br />
A few more neighbors speak before I feel a rustling<br />
beside me. Mom blows her nose, smoothes her dress over<br />
her knees, rises, and walks to the front. The crowd goes<br />
silent.<br />
“As most of you know,” my mother begins, her voice<br />
surprisingly clear and strong, “Mr. Arthur lived with us<br />
nearly twelve years. He was a good friend. And, you’re<br />
right, Mr. Perwit, he was a real gentleman. It’s true, too,<br />
that he knew all about Odessa and loved to teach people<br />
about the history of the town he loved. He also taught me<br />
how to prune a rosebush, how to sun-dry tomatoes, when<br />
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