“I’ve learned in studying ASL,” Sullivan signs in a slow, determined manner, as if he really wants to get the sentence right, “that you should always be facing the person you’re signing with…” I hold my breath and my pulse becomes a stabbing rhythm in my wrist. “… if you don’t, they won’t see you and then they won’t understand you. Words will get lost. Meaning will die.” Will die? I don’t think that’s the right sign, but I don’t correct him.
