Huck watched Becky wash in the stall. There were words coming from her mouth, but they sounded linked together. The tone wasn’t unpleasant but foreign. “Humming and singing,” she replied. She turned to gaze at him. “Don’t Tonans sing?” “I’ve never heard anyone sing or hum.” “Not even your mother?” Huck thought hard. “Nope. Nowhere in my history do I remember sounds like those. Make them again.” Huck crossed his arms and leaned against the stall, head cocked, his ear tuned to listen. Becky began with the words, words he knew, but strung together to make a story with a tune. There were lines she repeated and soon Huck was repeating them with her. Becky was grinning at him. “You should sing more often.” She stepped from the shower as the door opened on her command as Huck recently programmed it. A large warm towel was draped on a chair, he handed it to her.
