At Dunkin Donuts this morning I sat quietly drinking coffee and eating donuts as I looked out the window. At the next table over a deaf and blind man sat with his son. I sat there, watching them, as they made short quick hand movements into the palm of the others hand. They held each others hands over the table as they felt the finger positions, symbols, words change. The intimacy and sensuality of the father moving his fingers smoothly and elegantly into the palm of his son's hand made me never want to speak again.