Reminiscing the past

Speaking of,” he said, suddenly remembering something. “Your aunt called yesterday.”

Sophie’s eyes widened. “She called? Not sent letters?” she held her chin in mock thoughtfulness. “I wonder why,” she signed. “Shocking.”

“Beats me,” Rhys shrugged. “Like twice. Maybe she just wanted to check up on you.”

“Sophie grunted. “My aunt cannot be that nice. Did she leave a voicemail?”

Rhys shook his head, recalling that he had had the same thought, and checked the voicemail machine, but the only message on there was from Jake reminding them of the meeting they had with him that evening.

“I’m not sure whether she even knows how that stuff works.” He responded a while later.

Sophie had gone to brush her long hair and Rhys thought she looked like Rapunzel from the cartoon, only Rapunzel’s hair had been longer. Sophie looked at him from over her shoulder. “In her defense,” she signed with one hand while holding the comb in the other. “Writing letters is more practical.”

“You say that.” He