She’s practiced the look in the mirror for so long that it is no longer necessary and is just now the poster expression that she greets me with.
I had been sick for a week when she dropped by and I decided to try out my blind man routine as I greeted them at my door… patting the air “Are you there? Are you there Sweetheart?”
The bitch face was replaced with a look of abject horror that seemed to say in the moment, ‘If my cash cow is blind how will he work in order to support me?’
I laughed and returned to my life of service.