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More Than Eyes Alone Can See	By : Psnoo17 Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 1450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-More Than Eyes Alone Can See
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-Index of Quotes
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Tess spent the majority of her day cleaning. It wasn�t something that needed to be done,
but rather something she did out of nervous habit. Tapping her nails was fine for smaller
worries, but with as much on her mind as she had now? No . . . that required cleaning. Unfortunately, there was little in her sparse
house to clean. She dusted what
furniture and surfaces required it, swept and mopped, washed all her dirty
clothes, and scrubbed the bathroom and kitchen until her arm told her in no uncertain terms that if she didn�t stop soon, it was
going to rebel.
Tess managed to
stop long enough to feed the children, who had woken between ten and eleven in
the morning, but minutes after seeing that the es wes were washed, she found
herself tapping her feet and drumming her nails against the kitchen
counter. Fine. More cleaning. With that thought, she had ushered Marcos
into the bathroom, telling him to wash and then make sure Ren� and Alma
followed his example. Selena she took
into the kitchen and placed in a sink full of warm water. Once the baby was clean and dry, Tess had
managed to wash her own hair in a haphazard manner; it was a difficult thing to
do well when one only had only a single arm that they could raise above their
head.
Noon came and went and still she felt the need to clean �
as if the very act of making her house and all under its roof clean would sweep
her jumbled thoughts into order. And now
that she and the children were as clean as they were going to get, it was time
to turn her attention to her patient.
He, while cleaner than he might have been under other circumstances, was
getting a bit ripe. The only difficulty
standing in her way was convincing him to let her help him clean
up.
At the thought of that ordeal, at the thought of spending
even more time with a man who so easily unsettled her, Tess almost went outside
to wash the windows. The only thing that
stopped her was the thought of someone catching her in the act of cleaning
windows in what was supposed to be an abandoned neighborhood. Arms akimbo, she surveyed the rest of her
house � there was nothing left to clean.
Even the floors were nearly clean enough to perform surgery on.
Surgery.
The word echoed through her head.
Even since Logan had called
that morning and awoken her with his news, she had been on edge. What had started as simple annoyance had
turned into a conversation that held hope.
Hope for her, that this last act of repentance would ease her mind and
heart, and hope for her patient, that he might be able to see again. Is a s a y, hy, half-formed, and easily
discarded hope . . . but it was more than �Giovanni� had had since coming
here. More hope than she had had since
she could remember.

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-Thwap, thwap, thwapn cln class=GramE>- Sands
had come to recognize that sound of bare feet on a hardwood floor. Not that he had a lot of
people dying to visit him � just the woman and the kid. The other kids stayed out unless Tess was
there, either too shy or too scared to come in themselves. Even the youngest kid stayed out, preferring
to stay with its siblings. Sands thought
Tess might have said that the baby was a girl, but he couldn�t remember. He was having a hard time remembering
anything other than the time he had spent in this bed. Real life, a life where he could see things,
was already fading. If you�re going to be blind, might as well go all the way.
-Thwap . . . thwap, thwap- It
was the hesitation that gave her away every time. She would come in walking with a determined
stride, but somewhere around the midpoint of the room she would pause, unsure
if he was awake or what her welcome would be if he was. Why is
she nervous? It�s not as if I�ve
actually hurt her yet. He brushed off the memory of holding what
felt like a delicate wrist in a tight grip and the near-desperate plea of a
woman who found herself trapped. That
had been different. That had been
business. He�d had plenty of
opportunities to shoot or hit her, and he hadn�t. Surely semantics had to count for
something. �Most people actually try to be quiet when they�re trying to
enter a room unnoticed, ni�a. And other people, when they�re afraid of
disturbing someone when entering a room, either don�t come in or they announce
their presence.�
Hello!
Bare feet on the floor. If that�s
not announcing my presence, I don�t know what is, because I certainly know that
you can hear me. Still a bit
irritable from her lack of sleep and anxious over the news she carried, Tess
was not in the best of moods. But rather
than reply so rudely when she knew that�s the response her patient was angling
for, she simply said, �The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where
it began. Now far ahead the road is gone
and I must follow if I can. Pursuing it
with weary feet until it joins some larger way, where many paths and errands
meet � and whether then, I cannot say.�
Tiredly, Sands
asked, �What does that mean?� He
wondered if she ever spoke in anything other than quotes and riddles, and if
she didn�t, then what had led her to speak like a madwoman. He had met people with personality quirks
before � had met some exceptionally peculiar people in the course of his work �
but this woman left them all in her dust.
An absentminded hermitess that took in strays and dangerous men alike
out of what appeared to be guilt, although he couldn�t figure out what she had
to be guilty about. If she was
correct, he was borderline psychotic, but psychological assessments had never
been her fort�. �Se�or, I should have asked this before, but is there anyone you
would like to call? Anyone who should
know that you are safe?� The question
helped take her mind off of her uneasiness.
With an
expressionless face, he answered, �You mean, is there a young wife and baby
waiting anxiously to find out if I�m alive?
If there�re loving parents waiting at home to
have me over for dinner and hear all about my adventures in M�xico?� He snorted.
�No. At the moment I�d rather
have people believe I�m dead, if it�s all the same to you.�
Well, that answers that question. �What about an employer?�
�No.� The lack of expression on Sands face was
replaced by deadly seriousness. Tess
didn�t dig any farther and decided to combat her discomfort another way. Silently she started reciting the poem of the
Jabberwocky. -Bong, bong, bong- Tess was
surprised to find out that she had been in the same room with this man,
touching him, caring for him for over an hour.
It didn�t seem as if things had taken that long, but then again, her
grip on reality and time wasn�t a sure as some people�s. That�s why she had a clock she could hear
throughout the entire house.
Still silence. Tess hung the damp towel over the door of the
shower stall and nervously walked over to the sink to drain the water from
it. Feeling enclosed all of a sudden,
she looked up into the mirror and jumped when she found her patient standing
less than a foot behind her. God, he moves quietly. She put a hand to her racing heart as the
man asked in a low, dangerous tone, �What the hell do you mean there�s a way
for me to see that you look like?� Tess
swallowed.

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