Mute Mallorie

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Weeks passed and Clark was getting better at ASL. Neither of us talked about the kiss and we told no one; or at least I didn't tell anyone, I didn't know what he did with his time.

Wendy always acted suspicious, I always felt like she knew something.

"So what's going on between you and Clark lately?" She gushed, signing and speaking at the same time.

'Nothing,' I signed, 'Why do you ask?'

"Well, I can see the way he looks at you," she sat on the stool in the kitchen.

I sat next to her, 'That's because he's reading my hands.'

"It's not just the hands he's looking at."

My eyes widened, 'What are you insinuating?'

"Not like that, Mal! I meant like that he smiles when he sees you and he always feels the need to ask questions or talk about you."

'When?'

"Well, he always asks about you."

'We're always together, Wendy.'

"Well, he's called me before."

'And you didn't tell me?'

She shook her head slowly, she signed, 'I'm sorry,' and looked sad.

'I guess it's okay, there was probably a reason.'

She nodded, "There is, I promise."

The door opened and closed.

'That's probably him. No more of this.' I signed.

'I really hope you can still trust me. I really am sorry and I don't want you to stop trusting me. I don't talk about things that you don't want anyone to know.'

'I know, it's fine.'

Clark walked into the kitchen, "Hello, ladies," he said and signed, "What are we talking about?"

"Nothing of importance," Wendy said and signed.

"Shall we begin my lessons, then?" he asked, not signing. He didn't know that phrase.

Wendy and I simultaneously nodded.

Later in the evening my mother popped into the room, "Mal? Can I speak to you?"

I stood up and followed her out of the room.

'What is going on between you and Clark?' she signed. I think she did that to avoid eavesdroppers.

'Nothing, why?'

'He's over everyday.'

'We're teaching him ASL. He needs lessons.'

'I don't think this is a good idea. I think you should be with a nice deaf or mute boy.'

'What? Why?'

'They're fluent in ASL and they would know how you feel.'

'Clark knows how I feel.'

'But not entirely, he hasn't been where you and Ashlyn are.'

'Yes he has.'

'How?'

'He's been blind before.'

'And he magically got his sight back?'

'Yes, but without color. He's lost something important to him.'

'It's color! Not his voice and hearing!'