“You the one who sued the city?” the boss asked as Charles read his lips. Charles didn’t know what to say. He wondered if the boss thought he was an asshole. But he didn’t see any option other than to tell the truth. If he didn’t, the boss would find out eventually—he was the only Deaf person at the entire department, after all. Charles nodded. The boss squinted at him. Then he clapped him on the shoulder. “Good for you,” the boss said, smiling. “Welcome to the New York City Department of Sanitation.”
