The romance between a Broadway technician and a costume designer is complicated by two things: She has serious back issues from a near fatal car accident, making walking incredibly painful, and her little son has gone blind. His optic nerve is shot. The interesting and confounding thing is that when the boy is finally brought to a big time specialist, it's the Broadway guy who comes up with all the ideas, yet he doesn't even know that white light is made up of a spectrum of colors. He really likes this woman and wants to help her out. Eventually, it is found that the kid has a sensitivity to colors. There is something in there about earthworms not having eyes and, instead, sensitive skin that brings this all about. I did appreciate that there was no easy solution to anything.