Josh
I set two bowls of steaming soup down on the table in my flat"s kitchen, along with some bake-your-own-bread. It"s nothing fancy, but I thought we"d both be too tired for anything more complicated after the concert, and I think I made a good call.
"Thank you, I"m starving," Melody signs.
"Thank you, I"m starving,""Me too." I sit down and grab a spoon, smiling at her every now and again. It"s hard to eat and talk at the same time, but she never makes me feel bad about that we can"t. In fact, she seems to be comfortable with the silence. I like that, it makes me feel less self-conscious about the fact I can"t hear.
"Me too."Actually, a lot of what Melody does makes me feel that way. I don"t think she realises that I notice, but every time she positions herself in a way that means sh
