Chapter 4 (part 6)

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod. Sometimes, when I’m alone, I pretend I’m deaf and mute. Sometimes, I convince myself I’m one of them.

“Mr. Kite likes you.”

“Do I give a shit?” I say, looking at him briefly before turning back to the ocean. “What’s the purpose of this camp?”

“You speak with your brain...