Nothing?
He shrugged, but I could see there was a secret hiding behind his eyes, something trying to get out. If I went after it, it would retreat like a turtle pulling its head inside its shell, so I feigned disinterest. I was not, however, disinterested. Not in the slightest.
Is Papa mad at you?
Probably, I signed.
Are you fighting?
No.
He looked like he was mad.
He probably was.
But you’re not fighting?
Maybe a little bit. Don’t worry about it.
Does he love me?
Of course he does. He’s your papa.
I don’t think he likes me.
Why would you say that?
K said he only likes me because he wants to make you happy.
That’s not true!
He shrugged.
Daddy?
What?
Why am I deaf?
I gazed at him for long moments. What kind of question was that?
K said it’s because you and Mama did something bad, he added.
I did not know how to answer this, so I said nothing. He peered at me intently with those blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.