Good morning, I signed, smiling at the sight of him.
He stared at me with solemn eyes, did not respond.
How are you this morning?I asked, sitting up and stretching. Sleeping in the chair had been hell on my back and neck.
He continued to stare, said nothing.
Why are you so quiet?
He shrugged.
You hungry?
He gestured at me. Come on!
I followed him into my own room, where we found Jackson getting dressed in a running suit.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he said, smiling at me.
“Y’all have been up already?”
“We went swimming. We’re not going to sleep our lives away like some people I know.”
“I was tired,” I said in my defense.
“Jet lag will do that to you.”
“It’s only a two-hour difference!”
He smiled his devil-may-care smile.
“So y’all are getting along?” I asked.
“You’re not the only deaf-child whisperer in our house, Mr. Cantrell.”
“Good,” I said. “I’m glad.”
“We had some breakfast, took our medicine, went swimming, did some bonding. He said he likes your hair.”