The visions and The sounds

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Rachel walked slowly in the door of the shop which read 'Montgomery Trading Co. Est. 1958' in red. Next to the door was a window with a few shelves and frames for eye opticals on them. Dusty and faded with the sunlight, the frames on the shelf gave the wrinkles to the old optician shop. She opened the door and stood there to be greeted. Where is the shopkeeper? she thought. She stepped in and felt the carpeted floor to find her way in the shop with her long plastic stick.
Rachel had not seen since she was five when she lost her eyesight completely without any reason that doctors could explain. Eventuallu she adapted and learned how to find her way. She was a good listener. I can listen my ways she had thought. Her ears were her best friend. She felt lucky that she was blind and not dumb and deaf How can they live.
The wall on the right side was having shelves having many frames of different sizes. She found the wall and like any other shop she located the shelves and started finding something she would wear. She touched almost every frame, but could not find the one she wanted. The shopkeeper was standing on the right side as she could hear him cleaning the shelves. “I want a rectangular frame, a little bigger than these ones here” she said loudly to get the shopkeeper’s attention. She heard the person standing right to her open a door and bring back something which was placed on the table loudly.
She moved towards the table and the shopkeeper held her hand and put the frame in her hand. A gentleman she thought. One by one he patiently handed her the frames. “Ah, I like this one”. She took her dark sunglasses off and while putting them on the table she dropped them. Oh no, I cannot afford that today. She was quick to place her stick against the table and bent down to find the fallen sunglasses. The shopkeeper, who was already there on his knees, placed the sunglasses in Rachel’s hand. “Thank you so much, … and thanks for the carpet as well”. She smiled and got up wondering how would he sound like.

“I think I like this one, what is the price?” She referred to the last frame she was shown.

The shopkeeper didn’t say anything.

“Sir?”

The shopkeeper held her hand and wrote ten dollars on Rachel’s arm.

Rachel stood there realizing that the shopkeeper was deaf and dumb.