No. I shook his hand... "And then I came straight here,
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crawl
down theoutside ofthe building, whichIsaw avideo ofone person doingonaPolish site,ortrying touse a
tablecloth asaparachute, likesome ofthe people whowere inWindows onthe World actually did.There weresomany
different waystodie, and Ijust need toknow which washis."
He held outhishands likehewanted metotake them.
"Arethose tattoos?" Heclosed hisright hand.
Iflipped backand
pointed at"Why?" Hetook back hishands andwrote, "It'smade things easier.
Instead ofwriting yesand noallthe time, I
can show myhands." "ButwhyjustYESand NO?" "Ionly have twohands." "Whatabout'I'llthink about it,'and 'probably,'
and 'it'spossible'?" Heclosed hiseyes andconcentrated forafew seconds.
Thenheshrugged hisshoulders, justlikeDad
used to.
"Have youalways beensilent?" Heopened hisright hand.
"Then whydon't youtalk?" Hewrote, "Ican't." "Whynot?"He
pointed at,"Ican't." "Areyour vocal cords broken orsomething?" "Somethingisbroken." "Whenwasthelast time you
talked?" "Along, longtime ago." "What wasthelast word yousaid?" Heflipped backandpointed at"I." "Iwas thelast
word yousaid?" Heopened hisleft hand.
"Does thateven count asaword?" Heshrugged hisshoulders.
"Doyoutryto
talk?" "Iknow whatwillhappen." "What?"Heflipped backandpointed at,"Ican't."
"Try." "Now?" "Trytosay something." Heshrugged hisshoulders.
Isaid, "Please."
He opened hismouth andputhisfingers onhis throat.
Theyfluttered, likeMr.
Black's fingers looking foraone-word
biography, butnosound cameout,noteven anugly sound, orbreath.
I asked him,"What wereyoutrying tosay?" Heflipped backandpointed at,"I'm sorry." Isaid, "It'sOK." Isaid, "Maybe
your vocal cords actually arebroken.
Youshould gotoaspecialist." Iasked him,"What wereyoutrying tosay?" He
pointed at,"I'm sorry."
I asked, "CanItake apicture ofyour hands?"
He put hishands onhis lap, face-up, likeabook.
YES and NO.
I focused Grandpa's camera.
He kept hishands extremely still.
I took thepicture.
I told him, "I'mgoing togo home now." Hepicked uphis book andwrote, "Whataboutyourgrandma?" "TellherI'lltalk
to her tomorrow."
As Iwas halfway acrossthestreet, Iheard clapping behindme,almost likethebirds' wings outside Mr.Black's window.
I
turned around andtherenter wasstanding atthe building's door.Heput hishand onhis throat andopened hismouth,
like hewas trying tospeak again.
I called backtohim, "What areyou trying tosay?"
He wrote something inhis book andheld itup, but Icouldn't seeit,so Iran back over.
Itsaid, "Please don'ttellyour
grandmother thatwemet." Itold him, "Iwon't ifyou won't," andIdidn't evenwonder theobvious thing,which waswhy
would he want
tokeep itasecret? Hewrote, "Ifyou ever need meforanything, justthrow pebbles atthe guest room
window.
I'llcome down andmeet youunder thestreetlamp." Isaid, "Thanks." AlthoughinsidewhatIwas thinking was,
Why
would Iever need you?
All
Iwanted wastofall asleep thatnight, butallIcould dowas invent.
What about frozen planes, whichcouldbesafe from heat-seeking missiles?
What about subway turnstiles thatwere alsoradiation detectors?
What about incredibly longambulances thatconnected everybuilding toahospital?
What about parachutes infanny packs?
What about gunswithsensors inthe handles thatcould detect ifyou were angry, andifyou were, theywouldn't fire,
even ifyou were apolice officer?
What about Kevlar overalls?
What about skyscrapers madewithmoving parts,sothey could rearrange themselves whentheyhadto,and even open
holes intheir middles forplanes tofly through?
What about...
What about...
What about...
And then athought cameintomybrain thatwasn't liketheother thoughts.
Itwas closer tome, andlouder.
Ididn't know
where itcame from, orwhat itmeant, orifIloved itor hated it.Itopened uplike afist, oraflower.
What about digging upDad's empty coffin?.
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