Part II of II (Read Part I)
They’re not like me, he gestured as they approached the coffee shop.
Har Sin hadn’t wanted to come here.
It was a cold Friday last December. Some two dozen people were on the warmly lit patio at the Coffee Bean in Mission Valley, speaking in sign language, their conversations filling the air with a silent cacophony.
Rupert Dubler hoped Har Sin could soon understand it all.