So she’s having a bad time lately. Squints eyes, snorts, pinches nose, blows on fingers as if she’s blowing out a match, brushes hair back behind her ear, little cough. Everything in pairs. Can’t get through a song practicing a piano without doing it. So he talks to her.
- I did stuff like that when I was a kid, too.
Squinted. Made bubbles with my tongue and blew them out. Opened my mouth real wide like a big yawn. Like this.
You should have seen me. I was a mess. Drove my little sister crazy at dinner.
Did this thing with my fingers, if I touched one thing with one finger, I had to do it with all my other fingers, to be fair or symmetrical or something.
And this other thing with my fingers, tracing around the nails of my fingers with the tip of my thumb. Both hands of course. And this little prayer I’d repeat in my head.
Hundreds of times a day.
Some of them I still find myself doing.
What about you?