260. Marshall was impartial

Marshall was impartial. Well, so he claimed. “The third girl from the left is the prettiest,” he said.

“You’re just saying that because she’s your granddaughter,” said everyone.

“No,” said Marshall. “She’s the prettiest. The prettiest dress. The prettiest hair. The prettiest smile.”

The third girl from the left rushed over and gave her grandfather a kiss. “Thank you, grandpa,” she said.

“That’s fine, Sweet Pea,” said Marshall. “The birthday girl is always the prettiest.”

Marshall had eight grandchildren. All girls. He couldn’t see past them. In fact, he couldn’t see at all. He was blind.