Give Me a Sign(82)
“She’s a C-D-I,” Isaac quickly explains to me. “Deaf interpreter.”
“Oh,” I say. “Like, she’s Deaf?”
He nods and quickly looks around, pointing out the hearing interpreter off to the side, relaying information to the certified Deaf interpreter on stage. “More style. Better ASL.”
Lights flash along with the heavy vibration of the music, signaling the band’s arrival on stage. We’re right next to a gigantic speaker that forcefully shakes the ground beneath our feet.
The stage is high in front of us, so I find myself craning my neck to watch the performance. Toward the end of the show, there are some people to our right who have climbed onto each other’s shoulders to get a better view. Simone shouts something to Bobby, who helps her hop onto his shoulders.
Isaac taps me. “You too?”
I nod eagerly. He hunches over and offers a hand to help me up. He slowly stands upright, lifting me high into the air. He’s steady, without wobbling in the slightest, wrapping his hands around my shins to hold me tight. This is the best possible way to experience a concert.
The interpreter’s been moving nonstop this entire show, breathing as much life into her signs as she can.
And when a song I know well comes on, I sign right back at her, letting my hands fly, careful not to move too much so Isaac won’t lose his footing beneath me. For some of the other songs, a lot of the ASL went over my head, but as I sign along to this one, I think I may be getting the hang of this. Just maybe, I’m finally figuring out this whole hearing-loss thing.
Chapter Thirty-one
I can’t believe it’s the last morning already. Didn’t I arrive at Gray Wolf just a week or two ago? How is it possible that the entire summer has gone by? I’m not ready to leave this place, these people.
We have to be off the grounds by ten, so Ethan instructs us to meet at the footbridge to the parking lot. “There’s something we want you all to see,” he explains.
“As I’m sure you’ve all already noticed, my construction guy is here this morning to attend to some quick cabin repairs,” Gary says. “But I had him put this together first. This used to be a staple of our camp’s former glory.”
We exit the wooden area into the parking lot, where above us is a brand-new, towering entryway arch, with a proud and friendly wolf front and center. Written in both English and ASL lettering is Camp Gray Wolf.
My eyes water. “I love it. And I know all of our campers, new and old, will love it next year, too.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Ethan agrees. “Let’s all get a photo underneath it.”
We gather to document our final moments of the season, smiling wide at the camera that’s propped up against the side mirror of the camp van, waiting for the flash to go off.
Then Gary runs back to set up another shot, just in case. What summer camp will Gary end up at next year, since he’s passing on the mantle to Ethan? Or will he hang up his tie-dye for a season? I’m sure Ethan’s de facto uniform will be a whole closet of Deaf-pride attire.
“Let’s take a silly one!” Mackenzie says and signs, because of course she does. She already told me she’ll be back and offered to video call with me so we can “practice our ASL together.” I’m not sure I’ll take her up on it, but I appreciate the offer.
Unfortunately, Simone and Bobby aren’t planning to come back—at least, not for a full summer. Maybe they’ll pop in for a visit, or volunteer for a few days . . . or stop by to drop off wedding invitations. Who really knows with those two?
Natasha and Jaden will still be in town for a few weeks before heading to college. They’ve invited me to hang out in the city with them and Ethan. I’m so relieved they don’t think I’m slowing them down anymore, or at least I’ve endeared myself to them enough that they no longer care.
If only Isaac had more time before school. He’s standing beside me, putting bunny ears behind my head, but soon he’ll be over a thousand miles away at Gallaudet University in Washington, DC. When we finish taking pictures, Isaac wraps his arms around me.
“I’ll miss you,” I lean back and sign, willing myself not to cry.
“I’ll miss you, too.” He hugs me tight but doesn’t say anything else.
Our future seems so up in the air. Is this a breakup? Were we ever really “dating,” or was this just a summer romance? I want so badly for this to not to be the last time I see him.
“You’ll text me?” I ask, barely conveying the whole range of emotions I’m experiencing right now but hoping he’ll read my facial expression.
He squeezes me tight. “Of course.”
He bends down to kiss me. I reach up to pull his face close to mine, not ready to let go. We’ve been through so much together this summer. It’s not fair that time is now tearing us apart. I want another month here, or a week—heck, even a single additional day. Anything to sit near the fire under the stars with Isaac by my side.
But life has to move on.
Chapter Thirty-two
I’ve been home for a month, but it’s taken a while to settle back in with Kelsey and Riley after an entire summer immersed in Deaf culture.
On our way back from hanging out Friday after school, I finally decided to speak with them about what I need. “You can tap me to get my attention. Like, instead of calling my name a million times.”