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followed her into her one-bedroom flat, and she bolted the door behind us. Pearl accepted my gifts with a nod, a smile, and a sign I didn’t understand. She handed me a corkscrew and two glasses. I poured the wine, and we raised our glasses in a silent toast.

Pearl’s apartment was simply furnished and tidy. A crochet project lay on her coffee table. The wooden-cabinet TV played silently while white-on-black text scrolled across the bottom of its screen, decoded by the Sears TeleCaption decoder sitting on top. I had never seen captions before, but now I could read the news line by line.

I walked over to her TV and tried to turn its green tint into natural color, but its picture tube was worn out. Pearl didn’t have a videotape player, so her home entertainment was books and green-tinted TV.

Next to the sofa stood a bookcase with Reader’s Digest, Introduction to Psychology, two McCall’s Cooking School binders, and a Hume Moneyletter binder. On her desk sat a telephone, lamp, keyboard device, and a box with wires leading around the room and up the wall to the doorbell panel and the bedroom. Charcoal drawings and oil paintings hung on the walls, original artwork.

We sat at the kitchen table and smiled.

β€œHow did you know I was here?”

β€œDeaf Aids. If a doorbell rings the lamps would flash slowly. If the telephone rings, the lamps would flash fast. Those pictures that my youngest sister Carol who is artist drew.”

Silent News and the Dictionary of American Idioms for the Deaf lay on the kitchen table. I picked up the dictionary and browsed through it.

β€œDo you know many idioms?” wrote Pearl.

β€œI know all of these.”

β€œIdioms confuse and cause a problem to have deep English communication. Now captions teach me. Before captions I don’t understand TV.”

The telephone rang, and the lamps in the living room and bedroom began to flash. Pearl sat down at her desk and put the telephone handset on the keyboard device, a Krown Research Porta-Printer. It bleeped as green fluorescent text flowed across its one-line screen and text printed on a strip of paper, like a receipt scrolling from a cash register. Pearl typed her reply, removed the handset, and hung up.

I sat on her sofa and wrote, β€œWhat computer is that?”

β€œTTY, not computer.”

β€œWhat does TTY stand for?”

β€œTelecom? Device for the Deaf. TDD or TTY. Before 1980 deafies must ask hearies to phone. Now all have TTY. This is new. $600.”

I tried to imagine living without understanding television or being able to use a telephone.

β€œWhen you call me you can call the telephone company MRCβ€”Message Relay Centre. I have unlisted number. I don’t want hearies to call without a TTY. Some deafies put number in phone book. Bad! Thieves know owner is deaf and rape if name of woman.”

β€œI see a hearing aid on your shelf. You are not deaf.”

β€œI am deaf. I understand nothing with a hearing aid. Only noise.” Pearl jammed her little finger in her ear and wiggled it to show me it was itchy. β€œI never use hearing aid. School force kids to use. I did not like.”

β€œYou must have had a hearing test.”

β€œMany. I tested myself too. I hear birds fly, stars twinkle, and sun shine. Do you understand?” Pearl smiled. β€œBut I can’t hear my TV without captions.”

I laughed. Pearl fascinated me. She pulled a folder from her neatly labeled files and handed me an audiology report. It charted a trace of hearing at low frequencies in her right ear and no hearing whatsoever in her left. Pearl’s ears were useless.

I pointed to the chart. β€œ140 decibels in your good ear. You hear a jet fly like I hear a pin drop.”

Pearl put a battery in her hearing aid, put it in my right ear, and turned it on. Feedback made it howl painfully loudly. I removed it.

β€œMy breathing sounds like a vacuum cleaner!”

β€œHa, your problem. Maple syrup spareribs are ready. My favorite.”

We took turns writing and eating.

β€œYou need a decoder to see CC. When I was a child I could not understand TV.”

β€œWhy do some TV shows have a little window with someone signing?”

β€œDeaf children can understand. Deafies don’t like signing boxes and prefer CC. Easy to read and learn English too. We have to wait for movies to be on video before we can watch captions.”

β€œWhen you were small did your family help you with the TV and telephone?”

β€œUntil sisters got bigger then too selfish and busy. My family does not sign. In my youth no signs were allowed so today still no ASL in my familyβ€”only β€˜home signs.’ Experts told family don’t learn any signs so I would force to be lipreader. Family only talk to me.”

β€œHow much did you understand?”

β€œFew words. Mother always say I fool her and pretend I don’t understand. Families with deaf today signβ€”happy. New way is β€˜Total Communication.’ My children will sign.”

β€œYour family can learn to sign now.”

β€œMy sisters and brother learn few signs recently, but mother always refuse signs. I learned nothing until I went to school. There I learned to sign!”

β€œYour family is handicapped, not you.”

β€œTrue! I wanted to hurt my mother for not signing. I think she forgives me now.”

As the kettle behind me began to boil, Pearl gestured to let me know so I could turn it off. I laughed. She looked embarrassed, and I realized I had been rude when I laughed.

β€œI forgot you hear it boil. Deafies watch pot boil for each other.”

Pearl carried a pile of photo albums to the table and took me on a tour of her life. Her photos were organized and labeled. She looked happy in her photos, especially at college.

β€œStudent in college in USA where I learned to become medical lab tech.”

From her photos, it was clear that attending college in a signing environment had been a happy time for Pearl. She had fewer photos after college. I was impressed that her mother had sent her to study abroad. She pointed at her ex-husband and grimaced. She pointed at her nose, then at her father’s matching nose.

β€œWhen friends looked at my pictures, they said my face does not change. My Father, we were almost same. Smart man in oil company, killed in the car accident. If my Dad is alive right now we would be multimillionaires. Mother. Works in the company kitchen. Warm but not close to me. Sister Debbie is 29. Her husband is teacher. I’m closest to Sister Carol, artist, 28. Brother Kevin is 22. He is manager assistant for cement basement and fire extinguish. You can see in Yellow Pages. He is handsome and charming. He would beat up anyone who bothered me if I asked. I have a hard time to say β€˜Kevin.’ K is invisible on lips.”

β€œTry to say my name.”

β€œDerrick,” she said softly and unintelligibly, like Eh-ih.

β€œI can understand you a little bit. How do I sign β€˜King’?”

β€œFingerspell or we invent name sign. Most people use first letter of name and describe something about personality, looks, etc. King is like this.” She put her right hand on her left shoulder, formed a fingerspelled K, and curved it down to her right hip like a royal sash.

β€œThen like this for Derrick?” I made the same sign with a D.

Pearl laughed. β€œI approve your name sign. Only deafies can give a hearie a name sign. You are not suppose to change it.”

After an hour of exchanging gestures and notes, Pearl closed her last album, opened a drawer, and pulled out certificates for bookkeeping, office management, and est seminars. I was impressed by her continuing self-development. Pearl showed me how she had organized her drawers with hanging files, each with labeled tabs, but her files were nearly empty.

β€œI will show you my goals now.” Pearl showed me an expensive leather-bound desktop executive agenda, almost empty.

β€œYou have no appointments.”

β€œNot yet.” She opened a section of her agenda labeled Things to Do Before I Die. Her five-year plan listed a dozen goals, including Find Mr. Right, Have kids before 35, Learn scuba, and Learn computers.

I pointed at the word scuba.

Pearl led me to her closet and yanked it open. I was surprised to see a dry suit, air tank, and a thousand dollars’ worth of diving equipment. She walked back to the living room and sat at the end of the sofa with her knees together.

β€œYour equipment looks new. How did you learn to dive? Did your instructor sign?”

β€œNo lessons yet. I will learn with Jeff who signs fingerspelling. Jeff is my hearing friend that lives nearby. He has epilsy. He leaves his marijuana here because I don’t want him to smoke so much.”

β€œIsn’t scuba diving dangerous with epilepsy?”

β€œNever heard if.”

β€œWas Jeff your boyfriend?”

β€œA few times. Jodi liked you. Jodi is the most friendly girl than others deafies and HH. I envy her ability to talk to hearies. But her English is worse than mine. Did you like Jodi?”

β€œYes, but not as smart as you. Tell me about the accident. How old were you when your father died?”

β€œ14. Father was killed with all family except me because I was in school. Mother was driving the car. Father was driving another car with all family except me. The car of father passed mother. Then cars hit and went from the road.” Pearl mimed two cars tumbling. β€œEveryone throw out of the car but only my father died. He was 35. I was only family to go to a funeral because all other family are in hospital.”

β€œThat’s horrible! Why did the cars crash?”

β€œExactly! Why? Newspaper and police question my mother for cause. Police call grandparents and neighbors and investigate my mother. They say accident. I think not accident.”

β€œYou believe your mother wanted to kill your father, so she caused an accident that almost killed her whole family?”

β€œI will research to find the truth. I love my father even he refused to learn signs. He permitted me to drive a car. I sit in his lap and turn the steering. Many griefs. Years to trust mother again.”

She began to cry, and she gulped down her wine.

β€œI was 17 when I was raped the first time. I was home from school. My sisters invite me to the hearing school dance. Mom said no, but I demanded. Then she say yes if my sister watch me. My sister and I had good time, only dance. Clean. Three men watched me. I went outside to parking lot, then they took me away. I screamed loud but they covered me. They took me in a car to a road. Two men raped me. One man watched. Then they went away and left me on the road. Later a car takes me to hospital.”

I was astonished when Pearl unzipped her jeans and pulled her panties down to her pubic hair. I saw a vertical surgical scar on flawless skin. One end started a finger’s-width above her pubic hair and the other end, she pointed, went all the way down. She zipped up her jeans.

β€œSurgery for my womb. The hospital thought I have brain damage because I am mute. Later an interpreter comes and I tell her about my rape. Police arrested men at party. They think they are safe to rape and go back to party because I can’t talk to police. Stupid!”

β€œYou need a β€˜Medic-Alert’ bracelet or card so doctors know you are deaf. If you are in an accident you might get the wrong treatment.”

β€œI refuse to wear deaf bracelet or card. There was a big trial. The man who watched was witness and confessed. Two rapists go to jail for three years. They should hang! They are out now. That is why I have unlisted phone and etc.”

β€œYou wrote you were raped β€˜the first time.’ How many rapes?”

β€œThe second time was at a party. I did not resist. No point to shout at deaf party. I did not call police to avoid court and threats.”

β€œYou can survive anything. Will you come for dinner next week?”

Pearl nodded with delight. β€œI will bring dessert.”

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