Entrance


Entrance


The old woman leaned heavily on her daughter's arm as if for support. Climbing the three steps into the waiting room of the opthamologist took long seconds as she tentatively felt her way forward. She could not watch her footing and her way forward at the same time. She tightened her grip on the other's arm, knowing, however, that if she fell, so would her daughter.


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