Mostly True Memoirs
HE WAS SMILING AT ME
I am the person who has to turn off the music to find an address.
I can’t listen and look at the same time.
And now, I find that I am also the person who can’t hear when someone is wearing a mask.
Oh, I hear their voice.
But I can’t figure out what they have said.
All I see is their dead eyes.
The facial expression is lacking with a mask.
Today a guy gestured for me to go ahead in the grocery store, but I couldn’t understand a word he said.
I couldn’t tell if he was frowning as if to say, “Move along, you stupid woman,” or if he was smiling as if to say, “You first, Ma’am.”
I can only assume that he was smiling at me.
Yeah, that’s what he was doing.
He was smiling at me.