“What on Earth are you talking about?” I pick up the brush to occupy my hands and limit myself from saying anything further. “I’m Deaf. Not blind,” she manages to deadpan in ASL and I clamp my lips together, refusing to laugh, trying to look stern even as a snort escapes. “That joke is inappropriate, Hazel.” “You can’t be funny if you don’t take risks. It would have been bad if you said it. It’s okay if I do.”
