A Note From Lara: Alright, if you hadn't already figured it out, I am OBSESSED with Pemma. And tonight's episode gave me SO MUCH MATERIAL, I don't know how I'll find time to write all the stuff I need to before next Monday!
Insensitive eyebrows. For six years, I've seen them, spiking up sharply across everyone's faces. Oh, she's deaf.
I know they don't mean to. For the most part, that's all they allow to show through. But those eyebrows...
Shock, or sometimes just surprise. Pity. They say everything people won't for fear of giving offense. But their eyebrows always tell me. Even my mother on occasion, when she half-forgets the truth about me. Everyone does it, unintentionally.
Well, almost everyone. Apparently not the paramedic.
He talks like a crazy person. Powers? Teleportation? It sounds nuts but...
But I have to believe him. Because there's no other real explanation for what's happening to me. And maybe I want to believe him.
Maybe I want to believe him because he stands out. Because he doesn't have insensitive eyebrows. He didn't work to keep them as still as the rest of his face. It was just natural for him to accept my "handicap" and move on to more important things. They didn't quirk upward in a sad, surprised movement. No pity, no unconscious derision. No quickly suppressed movement.
Just a small smile and smooth, even brows.