I approached a door in a working class neighborhood to see if they qualified for my child survey. “Hi,” I said, “I’m here to find out if there are any children in this household.”
The lady who answered the door was wearing a green sweater dress. As I spoke to her I tried to keep eyhe contact, but her head was tilted kind of funny. I then realized that she had only one eye. The other eye was just a white space that seemed locked.
“No children here,” She said, “Just in my belly.” She rubbed the front of the sweater and there did appear to be a bulge. “Ronald put it there.” I could see Ronald in the behind her in the living room watching TV. He seemed to not care about me. A ball game was playing.
“My baby will have two eyes,” She said still with her head cocked to keep me full in her vision. “They will truly be able to see the things I cannot.”