She unwinds her scarf, taking so long about it that I wonder if she expects me to respond. You were following the rules, I offer after a minute. It makes her words no more pleasant. Resentment. Was that how shed looked at me? Then how am I supposed to trust how she looks at me now?My words elicit a thankful smile. Mostly, though, I knew you could do the job. Did you ever know other autistic people?I shake my head. Id heard rumors about one teacher, but never asked him. Mom had encouraged me to find a local support group, but Id never seen the appealor the need. It wouldnt change anything. I had friends, anyway. Peopleonline, my fellow volunteers at the Way Station. I even got along with Iriss friends.Well, I did, and I feel like a fool for never recognizing your autism. I had autistic colleagues at the university. They were accommodated, and they thrived. One researcher came in earlier than everyone else and would stay the longest. I saw the same strengths in you once I knew to look for them. Youre punctual, youre precise, youre trustworthy. When you dont know something, you either figure it out or you ask, and either way, you get it right. I wanted to give you the same chance my colleagues had, and that other Nassau passengers got. One of the doctors is autisticdid you know? Els silences an incoming call. Does that answer your question?
