Remember when I blogged about the girl with no arms who beat me in a hand-writing contest at the Carp Fair, way back when I was in grade 5?
When we were at the West End Studio Tour, we saw a woman with no arms. “Look,” I said, nudging GC, “There’s MB, the girl with no arms, the one who beat me in the hand-writing contest.”
I couldn’t be sure, of course. I hadn’t seen her since I was in the 5th grade and she was in the 3rd. And I couldn’t actually remember what she looked like, other than the stumps. But those stumps sure looked familiar.
As we finished touring that artist’s studio, we stopped to fill our a ballot to win something. GC nudged me, and nodded towards the completed ballots container. There, sitting on top, was her ballot, filled out completely, including her full name. It was definitely MB.
Her handwriting is still better than mine.