“Are you listening to me?” Andrew asked.
Alice glared at Andrew. “Are you having me on?”
“Absolutely not. Actuality is my middle name.”
“As you are not joking,” said Alice, “perhaps you’d care to tell me how a deaf person can listen.”
Andrew raised his eyebrows. “Although deaf people cannot hear, they are well able to listen. Are you not aware of that?”
“Ah,” said Alice. “And your point is…?”
Annoyed, Andrew wrote in capital letters: “A LISTENER DOESN’T NEED TO BE ABLE TO HEAR. A LISTENER NEEDS TO UNDERSTAND ALL MESSAGES, VISUAL AS WELL AS AURAL.”
“Are you saying I don’t listen to you?”
Andrew smiled, nodded and wrote, “Apparently my message is finally seeping into your brain.”
“Am I allowed to take these headphones off now? Arnold Schoenberg isn’t my favourite composer.”
Hmm, not one of my better stories. They will get better, I promise.
The B story will appear on Sunday.