Doug studied his house and slowly moved his fist to the center of his chest, tapping it. [Home]
"Doug, what the hell are you doing? It's a school night, and you've got swim meet in the morning." His father, wrapped in a bathrobe, stood at the door.
[Sorry]
"Did you hear me? Quit waving your arms and come inside!"
[SORRY] Doug looked down at his hands, wondering why his father hadn't heard him. He blinked a few times, then looked back up. "Sorry, dad. I'll be in in just a moment."
"Good. And keep the screen closed. I don't want bats getting in the house again." His father departed, leaving Doug to look around again.
He repeated the [Home] gesture. Had he seen someone do sign language recently? Not that he could recall.