I'll try not to. [Her voice is still faint. She wonders if she should say she is sorry.] But sometimes it just happens. [Meaningless things are the scariest things. She sits for a long moment, silence on the line, and just rubs her leg, wondering if it really hurts a little, or it's just her imagination.]

Is that why you became a physician? [That would make it a little less meaningless, at least. She can't get a proper rise when he fires off his guess. It just stays sad, her answering voice.] I don't know what dyslexia means, but many people taught me, in all sorts of ways. It never stuck - I mean, English never did. I learned tricks around it. Good tricks.