He turned away from us and lit a cigarette. “Good god,” I said, “You’re such a jealous hypocrite. If someone asked you to go to the store, they would sign, “Go store, please,” with a pleading look on their face. I walked her around and said, “how many condoms do you think I should buy?”
Like magnets repelling each other, wherever I took Amanda Franky would sweep as far away as he could. “She lets you stay overnight at a guy’s house?” I asked. A few minutes later she cranked open the passenger door and climbed in. Amanda hit her forehead with her palm. Amanda smirked up at me. People who use sign language would sound like cavemen if they spoke the words they were signing. I need to get you back before her mom finds out she’s gone.”
Becky didn’t seem disappointed, which was disappointing.
