[At home, during these deaf spells, he had gone into his own mind. Hardly anyone could communicate with him when he was hearing; when he was deaf, no one dared try. There was no such thing as hearing aids for people as poor as he was. There were no surgeries to repair the damage, there was no sign language.
But here he's a Warden, and his inmate is in a precarious position. He can't just wander off on his own for weeks on end. So he holds up the notebook, with what he's written so far:
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Date: 2013-07-30 06:36 am (UTC)But here he's a Warden, and his inmate is in a precarious position. He can't just wander off on his own for weeks on end. So he holds up the notebook, with what he's written so far:
Hi. How'd you like LA?]