She shakes her head, then shapes her hands as if holding a book.
“It’s a book’s name,” Leo says.
She nods.
Wen frowns. “Which book’s name is Little?”
Avira shows two fingers.
“Two books’ name?” Wen asks.
She shakes her head.
“Then it’s a two-book series?”
She nods.
Wen makes a confused face. “And the book’s name is Little?”
She nods, then makes a cut sign.
Wen raises her brow. “There is cutting in that book?”
Avira looks up. My little Dove is frustrated.
Avira
I’m trying to make this woman understand that I’m talking about Little Stranger. She is askingme if there is cutting in the book, there’s fucking in that book. A lot of it.
Oh, it’s an adopted-sibling romance. I could now make her understand, but then I realize on which broken bridge I’m walking. I’m about to tell my whole family what kind of content we’ve read.
So I drop the idea. I wave my hands, it’s a sign for erasing any past guesses.
I start anew. I show one finger. Wen nods, tiredly.
I hold one finger on my hand and extend it, then sign for her to pick a part of the name.
“Something in that one word is…” Wen says.
I extend my hands.
“Hug?” she says.
I shake my head.
“Arms?” Mom asks.
I shake my head again. I put one hand on my chest and extend another in front of it.
“Your heart is big?” Wen says.
I hold my head and sit down on the floor.
“You are crazy?” Leo says.
I glare at him.
I sit on the floor with both legs to one side. I make a point on the floor, then another, and hold two imaginary points with my thumbs and forefingers.
