Vincents who happened to be deaf. Vincents who happened to work at ASD, where Miss Grace had earned the diploma hanging in her bedroom. I hoped Mr. Vincent hadn't noticed me studying his every move all the way through dinner. Now Mother was giving me a puzzled look as I joined them in the parlor and pulled a chair next to the davenport where Mr. Vincent was sitting. I supposed she had expected me to disappear upstairs like Margaret and Nell once we finished drying the dishes. But I couldn't go to bed without seizing every possible chance to learn more about Mr. Vincent's past. My ears pricked up when he and Daddy began to trade stories about their days at ASD. Mr. Vincent was funny. As he signed, he even rose from his seat once or twice to act out the liveliest of his adventures as a student, regaling us with tales of the championship basketball game when he played for the ASD Silent Warriors and of the skunk he and his chum had let loose during the May Day pageant. Mother laughed so hard that her shoulders shook.
