“I had to use the blow dryer this morning to unthaw my privates.”
“Those things are ever so handy, aren’t they? Coats and boots over there, if you please. Lunch is almost ready. Stephen? You can tell Lydia to put the lunch out now! I don’t know where that man is. Jackie, do collect your little friend and let’s go eat.”
Jackson leaned down to touch Tony’s shoulder to get his attention. Tony grunted and flinched away from the touch as though Jackson had tasered him. In his haste—his terror—Tony wound up sprawled on his backside.
Foo Foo yipped and yapped.
Jackson glanced at me, frowned.
Are you okay? I signed to Tony.
He bit at his lip, lowered his eyes. I crouched down, slowly put my hand out to touch his knee. I made a “come on” gesture. He got to his feet but kept his head lowered. Foo Foo scampered about at his feet, but he ignored her.
“What in the world was that?” Mrs. Ledbetter asked.
“He doesn’t like to be touched,” I said softly.