[ The prospect of having something to do, other than sit and wonder, makes her brighten a little. She nods firmly, signing: ] O-K. You drive?
[ That's a sign that's close enough to pantomime -- two hands on a steering wheel -- she expects he'll get it.
She starts to get up, but pauses, looking at the page in her hand with its one-half conversation. She kind of glossed over something he said earlier, and now she's curious. ]
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[ That's a sign that's close enough to pantomime -- two hands on a steering wheel -- she expects he'll get it.
She starts to get up, but pauses, looking at the page in her hand with its one-half conversation. She kind of glossed over something he said earlier, and now she's curious. ]
WHAT KILLED YOU?