hand signals

He unlatched my dog door and held it open. In a nanosecond, I had a plan of action: not to act. Just to
listen and watch. To absorb everything and give out nothing.
Okay, as a plan, it wasn't the blueprint of Westminster Abbey, but it was a start.
Slowly, I climbed out of my crate. My muscles groaned when I stood up. I didn't look at any of the
flock when I passed, but I put my right hand behind my back, two fingers together.
It was our sign that said "Wait." Jeb had taught it to us.


The Angel Experiment Chapter 60