“You know what’s going to happen to both of us if we get caught?” I asked him.
“You scared?” he asked.
“Yes. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll teach you. I just wanted to be sure you knew what you were getting into.”
He turned away from me, lifted his shirt in the back so that I could see his scars. Then he faced me again. “I know,” he said.
That same day, I stole a book and began to teach him.
Octavia Butler, Kindred
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I too have tried to communicate by lifting my shirt at people, but I have yet to see anybody respond by agreeing to teach me anything.
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