“Say if I choose to replace this phone with a new one… Do you sell the same model?”

The owner shook his head and gave a helpless smile. “You’re asking me for an antique of a bygone era. The type that’s only good for calling and texting and… nothing else. We don’t sell them anymore—nobody will buy them.”

Disappointment clouded Brendan’s eyes. To a blind woman like Deirdre, a phone with fewer functionalities might be more helpful than the new-fangled stuff on the market. Besides, if he replaced her phone right now, she would have to relearn how to use it. She would not even know which button to press.

“Fix it. I don’t care how much it costs. I just want it fixed.”

“Whoa. Are you serious?” The owner was taken aback. This was an answer he did not expect at all. Still, he recovered from his shock quickly. “Okay, then. I’ll do my best. Leave it here with me. I’ll call your number when it’s done.”

“Thank you so much.”

-

Even a full night’s sleep did not manage to repel Deirdre’s headac