"They taught me to read." It's a memory she can easily recall, sitting on the floor with her 'sisters' while the nurses took them through the basics. They learned enough to understand the instructions on their pill bottles, should they ever forget, and to decipher the magical tale of 'a very hungry caterpillar'. But she doesn't understand what that has to do with her at this very moment? Moments ago, she was ready to bolt. Now that he's sitting and smiling, it puts her at ease and gives her an opportunity to figure out the meaning in his question.

"What should I read?" Maybe the name on the bag? Maybe.