the clean plate from her. “I understand.”
“Of course, it also means Chloe must want to learn.”
His brow creased. “Why wouldn’t she? After all, she’s the one with the most to gain. It will allow her to communicate with the people around her again.”
She was glad he understood the ramifications. “Yes, but if she’s like my sister, she’s going to be afraid of what will happen if she fails. And it reinforces the fact that she will always be different from everyone else around her.”
“But surely, on some level at least, she already knows this.”
“Of course, but that doesn’t mean she’s ready to admit it. I didn’t say these were reasonable feelings, just that it’s likely that she’ll be resistant and that that resistance will be based in fear. We need to help her get beyond all of that so she actually wants to learn.”
“How?”
“By forcing her to communicate that way and not give her other options. It sounds harsh, but once she has a few successes under her belt it will get easier—for all of us.”
He rubbed his chin. “Even if we succeed, that means she’ll only be able to communicate with us. And you, of course.”
“True, but only at first. As she makes friends, they’ll want to learn to sign as well. Her circle will slowly grow.” She gave him a direct look. “But you’re right—it will never include everyone, and it won’t ever be like it was before.”
He grimaced. “Cheery thought.”
“It’s important that you understand the reality so you can help Chloe face it.” She tried for an encouraging smile. “The next step, however, will help her widen her circle.”
“And that next step is?”
“Lipreading. Once she masters that skill it will open many more doors for her.” From all accounts her sister had become quite adept at it. It was good to know Lizzie was adapting so well.
“And this is something she can learn?”
“Not everyone does, I’m afraid, but Lizzie did.” It still pained Janell that she hadn’t been there to witness and celebrate her triumphs. “If we can get Chloe to learn to read sign language, and gain some skill in lipreading, it will open the world back up for her. Right now she’s feeling like she won’t ever fit in again. The sooner we equip her with these skills, the sooner we can make her see that her future isn’t as bleak as it seems to her right now.”
He gave her a skeptical look. “But, to be realistic, she will always be different.”
Janell nodded. “Of course. But our job is to make her see that different doesn’t mean unlovable. She has to see she can lead a very fulfilling life even though she will always be deaf.” She gave him a searching look. “And that means you need to believe it yourself and then make sure she sees that you do.” She raised a brow. “Can you do that?”
He nodded, then changed the subject. “So tell me a little bit about signing.”
Janell dried her hands on a clean rag. “There are two different skills involved. First we’ll work on the alphabet.” She held her hand up and began to form the shapes. “This is A, and this is B, and this is C.”
She was surprised by how quickly the movements came back to her. It had been four years since she’d had occasion to use sign language.
Because that was how long it had been since she’d last seen her family.
* * *
As Hank watched her contort her fingers into the shapes for each letter, he wondered if he’d ever be able to duplicate her motions, especially with such grace. He’d have to learn twenty-six of these signs?
“What about Alex?” he asked. “I’m sure he knows his letters, but I’m not sure he can form words yet.”
“Unless the school where he’s from is significantly different from Turnabout’s, at age eight he should at least be able to spell simple words, but you’re probably right that he’ll have limitations. So that means he won’t be able to use very much of that skill just yet. The burden for much of that will be on you. But I’m certain Alex will manage enough to communicate with Chloe. And he can learn the other component to signing.”
“Which is?”
“There are signs that encompass whole words and even phrases. Some are fairly obvious.” She crossed her wrists over her chest. “This is love.” She shifted, pressing her palms together. “This is praying.” Then she opened her palms, keeping the edge of her hands touching. “This is book or reading.”
“That seems much more practical than the alphabet.”
“They both have their place. There are some things that there’s no shorthand for, such as proper names.” She gave him a warning look. “And not all signs are quite that obvious. For instance, this means play.” She held both hands out about chest high, extended her thumbs and pinkies, then wiggled the hands themselves. “And this means work.” She made loose fists with both hands then tapped the right with the left twice.
“How long did it take before you were able to really communicate with your sister?”
“Well, it certainly didn’t happen overnight.” She placed the last of the dishes in the rinse water and emptied the washbasin. “Once we found someone to teach us what to do and to provide the materials we’d need, it took a few weeks before we really felt as if we were making progress. The hardest thing with Lizzie—and I think this will be true of Chloe, too—was convincing her that it would truly help make her life better.”
Reading between the lines of some of the things she’d said, it sounded as if she came from a well-to-do family. It made sense—she seemed to have the manner, speech and education of someone who’d grown up with certain advantages.
So how had she ended up in Turnabout?
“What were these materials you got access to?” And what had they cost? He intended to do whatever he could to help Chloe. But at the moment he didn’t have a lot of money to spare.
She waved a hand. “Mostly texts on sign language and a few academic texts outlining what we as a family could expect and how best to deal with Lizzie.”
“Do you still have them?”
She nodded. “In fact, I still have the notebook I made on the subject of sign language. The rest stayed in Dentonville. But I’ve sent letters to my sister and to Dr. Carson requesting whatever they can spare.” She dried her hands again, then moved toward the hall. “I brought my notebook with me so you can take a look at it if you like.”
Miss Whitman might be a bit too take-charge for his liking, but she was definitely going above and beyond what he’d expected.
He had the last dish dried and put away by the time she returned. “So when do we start?”
“I assume you’ll be taking the two of them to church tomorrow?”
She
