Doyle
John was glad to see Doyle. He had an easier time communicating with the school teacher than a lot of the town -- at least the man knew how to read, and that saved John a lot of effort with communication.
Of course there was always mouthing words, which usually worked, but when clearing up communication nothing helped more than being able to *write it down* and get it cleared up in a hurry. Definitely beat the hell out of a lot of hand gestures and frustration.
'New kids?' he asked as he handed Doyle a cup of coffee. Seemed like everyone was tripping over new people these days. It wasn't so long ago that they *were* the new people, but it still made John feel like they were being invaded. Which was fun, in a way -- new blood, new news -- but was also just a little bit paranoia inducing.