CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
At dinner time I went to the cafeteria, got in line and looked around. I didn’t want to eat in the packed cafeteria. Everyone seemed to know everyone else. Maybe when I moved into regular classes with other kids and didn’t spend my days one-on-one with Mrs. Campbell, things would be different. Right now, though, the only kid I recognized was Ralph, and I had no intention of sitting at his table. I brought my food back to my dorm room.
After eating, I sat on the bed with my back to the wall and studied a chapter in my sign language book. The lights flicked off and on. I looked up and saw a small boy in the doorway. He smiled, walked into my room, and sat down on the bed across from me.
My name is Kyle, he signed. I’m eight.
Kyle, I spelled and nodded. My name is Mark
