I teach him idioms as Denise and Jolene drive back home across the state, taking their easy conversation and bits of city life with them.Barry waves a hand in front of my face. I look up at him. “Am I doing this right?” He signs a few words and I laugh.“No! The words ‘Square’ and ‘Mind’ put together are an insult like ‘blockhead.’ The words ‘Mind’ and ‘Frozen’ put together mean you’re shocked- can’t think. You just said, ‘When I remember there are only about two weeks of summer left, I’m a blockhead.’” I laugh again and joins me.“Okay,” he signs, and I notice something on his wrist—a knotted string bracelet. I turn his hand over and grin. “What’s this?”He blushes to the roots of his reddish-blonde hair. “Jenni… ,” he signs. “She makes them. Macramé?”“Very nice,” I sign, and he rolls his eyes.My phone buzzes, but it’s Jolene, not Robin. “I had such a good time!”I smile and text back, “Me too! One month left…”“Robin?”
