Disability
“I do not know what you meant with that,” I mutter grudgingly when the young woman continues to stare at me.
She huffs, but otherwise says nothing.
`Can she not hear me? Can she not speak? Is she…?`
“I do not know what you meant with that,” I repeat, slower and louder, with exaggerated lip movements and even some hand gestures. I feel strange and uncouth doing so, but I do wish to know what the sign means, and a deaf person might respond to this combination. – I am too curious for my own good, indeed, at times.
In reply, she mimics us bumping against each other with her hands, pats her chest, then, with an effort and in a rather unclear voice, vocalises, “I am sorry.”
I give her a shruggy look, dismissing her apology. I am much more interested in her signage than the incident that I think I instigated.
“Teach me?” I mimic her earlier sign while pointing my other hand at it.
No hale-and-hearty, non-relative ás would even consider speaking more with one such as she, let alone studying from her, forget to wed her. But, well, there is the customs, and there is my curiosity.