Few of our people know sign language, so that limits who he can work with. He has good hearing and he understands what’s said to him, but he can onl... write notes or uses sign language to communicate back. That means we can only put him on jobs with one of the two supervisors we have he can reply to. His wife is one of our full-time cleaners, but I can talk Dad into letting her go if you’re employing them both here full-time.”“OK. Have them visit me one evening next week so Rosa and I can see. I can’t tell if he’s happy or just so surprised that he hasn’t composed himself enough to yell at me that I’m crazy and I need to get the hell out of his bar. He turns around and walks away wordlessly. My heart sinks and I just know he is going to escort me out as he comes around the bar towards me. He walks straight past me without saying a word and the only sound I hear is the front door locking. I smile with satisfaction knowing without a doubt exactly what’s about to happen. I stand. .. not death!!” He was silenced immediately by a salvo of withering strokes from three horsewhips, dealt out from the eager and leather gloves hands from the three women who’d earned him the gallows, each smiling broadly with curt and spiteful satisfaction as his flesh was punished, in line with his mind. They would ensure his misery was thorough, before he was allowed the bliss of strangulation on a rope before a delighted feminine audience, Ethel placing a loop of wire around the neck of his. "Yes and my legs know it," the younger one continued."I could never handle that. I am on a Sprint Moped," I said."Oh it must be rough to be hated by everyone on the road," The female Toyota driver said. She was obviously the older man's wife. "Damn that didn't sound right. I meant the car driver hate us and we hear a lot of them cursing us. Bicycle riders think Moped riders are even farther down the hierarchy of road users." That didn't sound much better," I said laughing. "I'm a lawyer, so I'm.