She considered the question for a moment.

“I always had one,” she answered, speaking clearly.

“People just didn’t know how to listen.”

The reporter lowered her notepad.

Desmond looked as though he might cry.

I felt my father’s hand over mine as clearly as I had when he first taught me the sign for home.

Later, Pearl stood beneath the center’s new sign and took my hand.

She pointed at my feet.