CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
I sat in the small lounge in the dormitory using the TTY to talk with Patrick who was at my house using my family’s machine. We’re all going to see a movie after dinner, I typed. My stomach growled. It was almost time to eat. We are seeing that comedy with the guy who wakes up and he’s a kid, GA.
We saw that together, remember? Good movie. The rest of Patrick’s response scrolled across the screen. How you going to see the movie? Does someone interpret? GA.
No. The movie has subtitles. GA.
Patrick wrote back: OIC. How’s this Brian kid? GA.
Pretty cool. He plays soccer and stuff, GA.
Patrick replied: Soccer’s cool. You play soccer there? GA.
Even though I knew Patrick wouldn’t believe me—or wouldn’t understand, I typed: Not me. I’m not into sports. Look, it is almos
