Mohammed told the German doctor Ich habe angst . For her, bleeding, or for himself? But the doctor wouldn't report this. She didn't know how to do it and he didn't know how not to. And conversely. She was one in a million. At the Croissant Rouge a Sister of Mercy held her hand un deux trois quatre till she sank. She woke with him on a cot beside her eating the biscottes Sister had left. His pidgin English, her pidgin French... her body spanned nations, the world's great religions-- now they'd understand. Now peace would reign.
from A Selected History of Her Heart
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