That didn't seem right, not learning ASL when your kid was deaf. That was totally the deaf's language, or so she'd been taught in her sign language classes.
Zoe could swear she heard whispering. She looked around again, then frowned down at the paper. "Hey," she murmured, then remembered herself. She took the pen. "It's okay. Maybe you should do something else awhile?"
The whispering was getting louder. "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep;"
She'd heard that before. In like, an old Metallica song or something. Enter Sandman. Yeah. Creepy. It was like totally in her ear and stuff
"Should I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take." She looked around again. Okay, somebody must be playing a prank or something. How totally uncool.
Zoe turned her attention back to Lucy. "You want me play for you?" she wrote. "I have my sticks in my bag."