“She plays guitar.” Leo repeated my words, stopped and turned to face me. “You got anything else?”
“What do you mean?”
“Skills. What are your skills?”
“I know sign language and Spanish.”
“Nothing else? What do you do at school? Got a blind sister or brother?”
“No. What’s with the inquisition?” I squared my shoulders. Those two seemed hostile from the first hello.
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