My friend’s sister was deaf. I liked how Nancy danced funny to the beat that she could feel on her skin. One day she came back from deaf school taught by nuns. I asked her what was wrong. I couldn’t sign, but Nancy told me a horrible story. We went to the police. They said she was lying. Our parents yelled at us for accusing the Church.
I said nothing.
That was what the nuns expected, but I knew that Nancy was telling the truth. We were only 12.
Adults never believed the young.