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240 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1997
During the week his father said many things, mostly with his hands. He rubbed Palmer's hair and squeezed his shoulder and tugged on his shirt and tickled his ribs and pulled him backward with a finger hooked in the back pocket of his jeans and lightly brushed the side of his neck with his fingertips as he stopped and chatted with friends. Each of these things had a different meaning to Palmer and yet the same - a language unlearned, of words unheard, that came to roost at some warm and waiting perch far below his ears. (206)