I’m sorry! XXX “Move your finger up and down, Miss Santiago.” Slowly her hand began to move. And waited. She stared down at it, half-fearful, half-fascinated. You’re a little shy, you don’t talk much at your jobs. She looked at herself…and giggled. “Oh, of course,” she said. I’m going to ask you something and I want you to tell me the truth.” I paused, then, holding her gaze, said, “Do…you…like it?”
At first her eyes went wide…then they filled with tears. After some time she began a subtle back-and-forth rocking motion that matched the rhythm of her finger-strokes, and I heard her starting to make little noises—”Uh! …Uh! …Uh! …”—in the same rhythm. I straightened up from the wall, stepped around her—and she followed me, first with her eyes, then with her head and finally
