Unseen Eyes
I sat quietly in the large, armless chair, eagerly awaiting my husband, Victor’s, return. The chair was in the middle of our living room facing our couch, and he had told me to wait there patiently for a few minutes. Victor had a surprise for me and had insisted on the blindfold, telling me that I must not remove it or move from the chair while he was gone.
I had heard him go out through the front door and drive away. I expected him back any minute and was anxious to know what he had in store. Victor hadn’t given me much hint the day before. All he’d said was, “I have a surprise for you. You’ll hear more when it happens, and you’ll have a chance to say no, but you can’t ask any questions, not even when it’s over.”
I found this intriguing, and so here I was, shuffling my stoc
