I thought you might be illiterate. In the miasma of her panic, she couldn’t recall the correct sign, and so she settled for finger spelling. I-l-l-i-t-e-r-a-t-e. In any case, Thomas seemed entertained, not offended. Wry amusement flinted his eyes. “Did you,” he said, glancing down at the book under his arm. “Well, you’ll be impressed—I’ve memorized at least half a dozen words.”
