“Yeah, I’m here, too,” Eleanor confirmed, finally understanding where Mr. Shingleton’s confusion was coming from. “Been here little over a week now.”
Coming up to walk next to him, she glanced in the direction he had indicated, then looked back at him with a confused frown at his question. “Different? I’m… different? Uhm…” she tried to think what could be different about her. “Maybe… I’m not wearing my glasses? Oh, you haven’t seen me wearing contacts?”