"Hell, now we won't know if he's really Lincoln Loud." Christina begins to think of a plan to be able to clear herself of all suspicion.
-At the Loud House-
Lincoln was sitting on the couch with a book on his lap as Lily walked into the living room. She saw Lincoln alone and thought of keeping him company.
"Hi, Lincoln."
"Hi, Lily." Lincoln answered without turning around.
"What do you do?" the little girl asked. She was still getting to know her brother and thought they could spend some time together.
"I read," Lincoln replied.
"How can you read if your eyes don't work?"
Lincoln showed Lilly the book, which, at first glance, was blank.
"What is this?" Lily asked, puzzled. "There is nothing written there; there are only pages with little balls on holes."
"This is called Braille writing." Lincoln replied to Lily, "You're right. My eyes don't work. Those of us who can't see read with our hands."
"Wow, can you read palms like a psychic?" the girl asked excitedly.
Lincoln laughed at the question. She may have the body of an 11-year-old, but she still has a lot to learn. thought the boy, "No, Lilly, I said read with your hands, or rather, with your fingers. For the blind, these holes are letters; we feel them one by one and can tell what they are and what they say."
Lily was finding out more and more about what her brother could do. "And what are you reading now?"
a book called The Magic Sword and the Quest for Camelot. It is about a girl who must find a magic sword in an enchanted forest, accompanied by a blind boy who lives there.
"Blind like you?" Lily was excited to find out more.
"Yes, just like me. Would you like me to read it to you?" Lincoln asked with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." Lily began jumping on the sofa excitedly.
So Lincoln and Lily spent a moment as brother and sister, enjoying the reading.
"So Kylie and Garrett married and became the Knights of the Round Table, and at last peace returned to Camelot. The End." Lincoln finishes the story, while Lily, still excited by the story, jumps from the sofa into the armchair.
"That was amazing; Kylie is the coolest girl ever." Lily said.
"I don't know. What about mom? Isn't she great?" Lincoln asked in a sarcastic tone.
Lily covered Lincoln's mouth. "Don't tell mom I said that."
"I am blind and dumb." Lincoln said, making a gesture of silence and pretending to zip his mouth shut.
"Hey Lincoln, can you do the same thing that Garrett does in the story?"
"Absolutely yes," Lincoln replied proudly.
Lily snatched from one of the pockets of her dress a ball she used to play with Charles Jr. and threw it at Lincoln without warning. It was Lily's wonderful surprise when she saw that Lincoln caught the ball before it hit his face.
"So a sneak attack, right?" Lincoln launched himself against Lily as he tickled her; the little girl laughed and tickled her brother back. While Mrs. Loud was at the door, she saw her children finally getting along and gaining confidence, as they always should have.
"They both look absolutely adorable." She said Rita draws the attention of her children.
Lincoln and Lily stop the tickle war when they hear their mother behind them. Lily was afraid that her mother heard her say another girl was cooler than her, but she calmed down when Rita kissed her and Lincoln on the forehead and then sat down next to them.
"I see you guys are spending some time together."
"Mom, don't say the S word in front of Lincoln," said Lily, covering Lincoln's ears.
"Ha-ha-ha. Don't worry, Lily. It doesn't bother me." Lincoln said, patting Lily on the head.
"And good? What do you think of your brother, Lily?" asked Rita.
"It's so much fun; I wish I met you when I was growing up," said Lily. This made Lincoln and Rita a little sad.
"bro?" Lily called out to Lincoln as she pulled up his shirt.
"What's the matter, Lily?"
"How did you become blind?"
This question baffled Lincoln. "Did they ever tell you what happened to me?"
"No. They never tell me anything; they only tell me how you helped our sisters and how you got into trouble, although they didn't tell me everything because they wanted you to tell me. But they never talk about what happened to you. I only know you had an accident, but they don't tell me what it was or how it happened."
Lincoln turned to his mother's whereabouts, and the boy didn't know what to say. Why had his family kept the truth from Lily about his accident?
Inwardly, Rita was grateful that Lincoln could not see or notice the look of anxiety and guilt she now felt.
"Didn't you talk to Lisa? She must have told you something. Lincoln said.
"No, actually, I haven't spoken to her since I can remember; our sisters don't let me."
This left the boy speechless. What the hell happened in the three years he was almost absent? "The last time I was here, things weren't like this." Lincoln thought. "Lily, why don't you go out into the backyard and play with Charles Jr? I want to talk to Mom about something, and then I'll come after you."
"Sure Link." Lily obeyed, called the puppy, and they went out into the yard. When Lincoln heard the steps of his little sister walking away with the door closed, he brushed his hair from his eyes, which was his habit when he was getting serious.
"Why didn't you tell Lily about my accident?"
Rita lowered her head. "We didn't want her to hate Lisa like everyone else."
"What do you mean by like everyone else?" Lincoln asked.
Rita took her son's hands and began to tell him everything that had happened in the following months. The charges against Lisa, her trial, her house arrest, everything they had to sacrifice in order for their financial problems to be fixed, the resentment the Loud sisters had towards Lisa, and everything her sisters did against the little scientist "And that's what happened. They were really mad at her for what she did to you, your father, and me."