Noise seems to have become a bit of a theme around here, if not part of a sort of soundtrack. Charlie’s sensitivity to sounds—something he never had until this year—-is so great that he plants his hands over his ears soon as I try to turn on the car radio. Motorcycles, police and ambulance sirens, and the rumble of the traffic all warrant a fast rolling up of the windows, and he sits now in the subway leaning forward, hands on those ears. He doesn’t necessarily seem in discomfort, but trying to screen the sounds tumult.
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