Текст книги "Eagle in the Sky"

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for the comfort of human contact, of which he had been deprived all

these months.

He leaned forward in his seat, trying to smile, reaching out a gentle

hand to touch the child's arm.

She removed her thumb from her-, mouth and shrank away from him, turning

to her mother and clinging to her arm, hiding her face in the woman's

blouse.

At the next stop David stepped down from the bus and left the road to

climb the stony hillside.

The day was warm and drowsy, with the bee murmur and the smell of the

blossoms from the peach orchards.

He climbed the terraces and rested at the crest, for he found he was

breathless and shaky.  Months in hospital had left him unaccustomed to

walking far, but it was not that alone.  The episode with the child had

distressed him terribly.

He looked longingly towards the sky.  it was clear and brilliant blue,

with high silver cloud in the north.  He wished he could ascend beyond

those clouds.  He knew he would find peace up there.

A taxi dropped him off at the top of Malik Street.  The front door was

unlocked, swinging open before he could fit his key in the lock.

Puzzled and alqrrned he stepped into the living-room.

It was as he had left it so many months before, but somebody had cleaned

and swept, and there were fresh flowers in a vase upon the olive-wood

table, a huge bouquet of gaily coloured dahlias, yellow and scarlet.

David smelled food, hot and spicy and tantalizing after the bland

hospital fare.

Hello, he called.  Who is there?  Welcome home!  there was a familiar

bellow from behind the closed bathroom door.  I didn't expect you so

soon, and you've caught me with my skirts up and pants down.  There was

a scuffling sound and then the toilet flushed thunderously and the door

was flung open.  Ella Kadesh appeared majestically through it.  She wore

one of her huge kaftans, it was a blaze of primary colours.

Her hat was apple-green in colour, the brim pinned up at the side like

an Australian bush hat by an enormous jade brooch and a bunch of ostrich

feathers.

Her heavy arms were flung wide in a gesture of welcome, and the face was

split in a huge grin of anticipation.  She came towards him, and the

grin persisted long after the horror had dawned in her bright little

eyes.

Her steps slowed.  David?  Her voice was uncertain.  It is you, David?

Hello, Ella.  Oh God.  Oh, sweet holy name of God.  What have they done

to you, my beautiful young Mars Listen, you old bag, he said sharply, if

you start blubbering I'm going to throw you down the steps.  She made a

huge effort to control it, fighting back the tears that flooded into her

eyes, but her jowls wobbled and her voice was thick and nasal as she

enfolded him in her huge arms and hugged him to her bosom.

I've got a case of cold beers in the refrigerator, and I made a pot of

curry for us.  You'll love my curry, it's the thing I do best David ate

with enormous appetite, washing down the fiery food with cold beer, and

listened to Ella talk.

She spouted words like a fountain, using their flow to cover her pity

and embarrassment.

They would not let me visit you, but I telephoned every week and kept in

touch that way.  The sister and I got very friendly, she let me know you

were coming today.  So I drove up to make sure you had a welcome -She

tried to avoid looking directly at his face, but when she did the

shadows appeared in her eyes, even though she made a convincing effort

at gaiety.  When he finished eating at last, she asked, What will you do

now, David?  I would have liked to go back and fly.  It's the thing I

like to do best, but they have forced me to resign my commission.  I

disobeyed orders, Joe and I followed them across the border, and they

don't want me any more.

There was nearly open war, David.  It was a crazy thing that you and Joe

did.

David nodded.  I was mad.  I wasn't thinking straight after Debra Ellen

interrupted quickly.  Yes, I know.  Share another beer?

David nodded distractedly.  How is she, Ella?  It was the question he

had wanted to ask all along.

She is just fine, Davey.  She has begun the new book, and if anything

it's better than the first.  I think she will become a very important

writer Her eyes?  Is there any improvement?

Ella shook her head.  She has come to terms with that now.  It doesn't

seem to bother her any longer, just as you will come to accept what has

happened David was not listening.  Ella, in all that time, when I was in

hospital, every day I hoped, I knew it was useless, but I hoped to hear

from her.  A card, a word. She didn't know, Davey.  Didn't know?  David

demanded and leaned across the table to grip Ella's wrist.  What do you

mean?  After Joe, was killed, Debra's father was very angry.

He believed that you were responsible David nodded, the blank mask of

his face concealing his guilt.

Well, he told Debra that you had left Israel, and gone back to your

home.  We were all sworn to silence, and that's what Debra believes now.

David released Ella's wrist, picked up his beer glass and sipped at the

head of froth.

You still haven't answered my question, David.  What are you going to do

now?  I don't know, Ella.  I guess I'll have to think about that.

A harsh warm wind came off the hills and ruffled the surface of the

lake, darkening it to black and flecking it with white crests.  The

fishing boats along the curve of the shore tugged restlessly at their

mooring ropes, and the fishing nets upon their drying racks billowed

like bridal veils.

The wind caught Debra's hair and shook it out in a loose cloud.  It

pressed the silk dress she wore against her body, emphasizing the heavy

roundness of her breasts and the length of her legs.

She stood on the battlements of the crusader castle, leaning both hands

lightly on the head of her cane and she stared out across the water,

almost as though she could see beyond it.

Ella sat near her, on a fallen block of masonry out of the wind, but she

pinned her hat down with one hand as she spoke, watching Debra's face

intently to judge her reactions.

At the time it seemed the kindest thing to do.  I agreed to keep the

truth from you, because I did not want you to torture yourself Debra

spoke sharply Don't ever do that again.  Ella made a moue of resignation

and went on.  I had no way of knowing how bad he was, they would not let

me see him, and so I suppose I was a coward and let it drift.  I .

Debra shook her head angrily, but she remained silent.

Ella wondered again that sightless eyes could contain so much

expression, for Debra's emotions blazed clearly in the honey-coloured

sparks as she turned her head towards Ella.

It was not the time to distract you.  Don't you see, my dear?  You were

adjusting so nicely, working so well on your book.  I did not see that

we could gain anything by telling you.  I decided to cooperate with your

father, and see how things turned out later.

Then why are you telling me all this now?  Debra demanded.  What has

happened to change your mind what has happened to David?

Yesterday at noon David was discharged from Hadassah Hospital.

Hospital?  Debra was puzzled.  You don't mean he has been in hospital

all this time, Ella.  Nine months it's impossible!

It's the truth He must have been terribly hurt, Debra's anger had

changed to concern.  How is he, Ella?  What happened?

Is he healed now?  Ella was silent a moment, and Debra took a pace

towards her.  Well?  she asked.

David's plane flamed out and he was very badly burned about the head. He

has recovered completely now.  His burns have healed, but Ella hesitated

again, and Debra groped for her hand and found it.  Go on, Ella!  But

David is no longer the most beautiful man I have ever seen.  'I don't

understand?  He is no longer swift and vital and, any woman who sees him

now will find it difficult to be near him, let alone love him.  Debra

was listening intently, her expression rapt and her eyes soft-focused.

He is very conscious of the way he looks now.  He is searching for some

place to hide, I think.  He talks of wanting to fly as though it is some

form of escape.  He knows he is alone now, cut off from the world by the

mask he wears Debra's eyes had misted, and Ella made her gravelly voice

gentler and she went on.

But there is something who will never see that mask.  Ella drew the girl

closer to her.  Somebody who remembers only the way he was before.

Debra's grip tightened on Ella's hand, and she began to smile, it was an

expression that seemed to radiate from deep within her.

He needs you now, Debra, Ella said softly.  That is all there is left

for him.  Will you change your decision now?  Fetch him to me, Ella,

Debra's voice shook.  Fetch him to me as soon as you can.

David climbed the long line of stairs towards Ella's studio.  It was a

day of bright sunlight and he wore open sandals and light silk slacks of

a bronze colour and a short-sleeved shirt with a wide V-neck.  His arms

were pale from lack of sun, the dark hair of his chest contrasting

strongly against the soft cream, and upon his head he wore a

wide-brimmed white straw hat to guard the cicatrice from the sun and to

soften his face with shadow.

He paused, and he could feel the break of sweat under the shirt and the

pumping of his lungs.  He despised the weakness of his body and the

quivering of his legs as he came out on the terrace.  It was deserted,

and he crossed to the shuttered doors and went into the gloom.

Ella Kadesh sitting on a Samarkand carpet in the centre of the paved

floor was an astonishing sight.  For she was dressed in a brief bikini

costume adored with pink roses that almost disappeared under the rolls

of ponderous flesh that hung over it from belly and breast.

She was in the yoga position of Padmasana, the sitting lotus, and her

massive legs were twisted and entwined like mating pythons.  Her hands

were held before her palm to palm and her eyes were closed in

meditation; upon her head her ginger wig was set four square like that

of a judge.

David leaned in the doorway and before he could recover his breath he

began to laugh.  It began as a wheezy little chuckle, and then suddenly

he was really laughing, from deep down, great gusts of it that shook his

helpless body, and flogged his lungs.  It was not mirth but a catharsis

of the last dregs of suffering, it was the moment of accepting life

again, a taking up once more of the challenge of living.

Ella must have recognized it as such, for she did not move, squatting

like some cheerful buddha on the brilliant carpet, and she opened one

little eye.  The effect was even more startlingly comic, and David

reeled away from the door, and fell into one of the chairs.

Your soul is a desert, David Morgan, said Ella.  You have no recognition

of beauty, all loveliness would wither on the dung heap which, But the

rest of it was lost as she also began to giggle and the yoga pose broke

down, melting like a jelly on a hot day, and she traded him hoot for

hoot and bellow for bellow of laughter.

I'm stuck, she gasped at last.  Help me, Davey, you oaf – And he

staggered to her, knelt and struggled to help her unlock her interwoven

legs.  They came apart with little creaking and popping sounds and Ella

collapsed face down on the carpet groaning and giggling at the same

time.

Get out of here, she moaned.  Leave me to die in peace.  Go and find

your woman, she is down on the jetty.  She watched him go quickly, and

then she dragged herself up and went to the door.  The laughter dried up

and she whispered aloud, My two poor little crippled kittens, I wonder

if I have done the right thing.  The shadows of doubt crossed her face,

and then faded.  Well, it's too damn late for worry now, Kadesh, you

interfering old bag, you should have thought about that before.

A gaudily coloured towel and beach jacket were spread upon the jetty and

a transistor radio, with its volume turned high, blared out a heavy rock

tune.  Far out in the bay Debra was swimming alone, a steady powerful

overarm crawl.  Her brown arms flashed wetly in the sun at each stroke

and the water churned to froth at the beat of her legs.

She stopped to tread water.  Her bathing cap was plain white, and he

could see that she was listening for the sound of the radio for she

began to swim again, heading directly in towards the jetty.

She came out of the water, pulling off the cap and shaking out her hair.

Her body was dark, sun-browned and bejewelled with drops, the muscles

looked firm and hard and her tread was confident and sure as he came up

the stone steps and picked up her towel.

As she dried herself David stood near and watched her avidly, seeming to

devour her with his eyes, trying to make up in that first minute for all

those many months.

he'd pictured her so clearly, and yet there was much he had forgotten.

Her hair was softer, cloudier than he remembered.  He had forgotten the

plasticity and lustre of her skin, it was darker also than it had been

before almost the colour of her eyes, she must have spent many hours

each day in the sun.  Suddenly and unaffectedly she threw her towel down

and adjusted the top of her brief costume, pulling open the thin fabric

and cupping one fat breast in her hand to settle it more comfort ably,

David felt his need for her so strongly that it seemed he could not

contain it all within the physical bounds of his chest.  He moved

slightly and the gravel crunched softly under his shoes.

Instantly the lovely head turned towards him and froze in the attitude

of listening.  The eyes were wide open, intelligent and expressive, they

seemed to look slightly to one side of him, and David had a powerful

impulse to turn and glance behind him, following their steady gaze.

David?  she asked softly.  is that you David?  He tried to answer her,

but his voice failed him and his reply was a small choking sound.  She

ran to him, swiftly and long-legged as a roused foal, with her arms

reaching out and her face lighting with joy.

He caught her up, and she clung to him fiercely, almost angrily, as

though she had been too long denied.

I've missed you, David.  Her voice was fierce also.  Oh, God, you'll

never know how I have missed you, and she pressed her mouth to the stark

gash in his mask of flesh.

This was the first human being who had treated him without reserve,

without pity or revulsion, in all those months, and David felt his heart

swell harder and his embrace was as fierce as hers.

She broke at last, leaning back to press her hips unashamedly against

his, exulting in the hard thrustingness of his arousal, proud to have

evoked it, and quickly, questioningly she ran her hands over his face,

feeling the new contours and the unexpected planes and angles.

She felt him begin to pull away, but she stopped him and continued her

examination.

My fingers tell me that you are still, beautiful You have lying fingers,

he whispered, but she ignored his words, and pushed forward teasingly

with her hips.

, And I'm getting another very powerful message from further south.  She

gave a breathless little laugh.  Come with me, please, sir.  Holding his

hand, she ran lightly up the steps, dragging him after her.  He was

amazed at the agility and confidence with which she negotiated the

climb.  She drew him into the cottage and as he looked about him,

quickly taking it all in, she closed and bolted the door.

Immediately the room was cool and dim and intimate.

On the bed her body was still damp and cold from the lake, but her lips

were hot as she strained against him urgently.  The two beautiful young

bodies meshed hungrily, almost as if they were attempting to find

sanctuary within each other, desperately flesh sought haven within

flesh, within each other's encircling arms and legs they searched for

and found surcease from the loneliness and the darkness.

The physical act of love, no matter how often repeated, was insufficient

for their needs; even in the intervals between they clung desperately to

each other; sleeping pressed together, they groped drowsily but

anxiously for each other if the movements of sleep separated them for

even an instant.  They talked holding hands, she reaching up to touch

his face at intervals, he staring into her golden eyes.  Even when she

prepared their simple meals, he stood close beside or behind her so that

she could sway against him and feel him there.  It was as though they

lived in momentary dread of being once more separated.

It was two days before they left the sanctuary of the cottage and walked

together along the lake shore or swam from the jetty and lay in the warm

sun.  But even when Ella looked down at them from the terrace and waved,

David asked, Shall we go up to her?  No, Debra answered quickly.

Not yet.  I'm not ready to share you with anybody else yet.  Just a

little while more, please, David.  And it was another three days before

they climbed the path to the studio.  Ella had laid on one of her

gargantuan lunches, but she had invited no other guests and they were

grateful to her for that.

I thought I'd have to send down a party of stretcherbearers to carry you

up, Davey, Ella greeted him, with a lecherous chuckle.

Don't be crude, Ella, Debra told her primly, flushing to a dark rose

brown, and Ella let fly with one of her explosive bursts of mirth that

was so contagious they must follow it.

They sat beneath the palm trees and drank wine from the earthenware

jugs, and ate hugely, laughing and talking without restraint, David and

Debra so involved with each other that they were not aware of Ella's

shrewdly veiled appraisal.

The change in Debra was dramatic, all the coolness and reserve were gone

now, the armour in which she had clad her emotions was stripped away.

She was vital and eager and blooming with love.

She sat close beside David, laughing with delight at his sallies, and

leaning to touch and caress him, as though to reassure herself of his

presence.

Ella glanced again at David, trying to smile naturally at him, but

guiltily aware of the sneaking sensation of repulsion she still felt

repulsion and aching pity when she looked at that monstrous head.  She

knew that if she saw it every day for twenty years, it would still

disturb her.

Debra laughed again at something David had said and turned her face to

him, offering her mouth with a touching innocence.

What a terrible thing to say, she laughed.  I think a gesture of

contrition is called for, and responded eagerly as the great ravaged

head bent to her and the thin slit of a mouth touched hers.

it was disquieting to see the lovely dark face against that mask of

ruined flesh, and yet it was also strangely moving.

it was the right thing.  For once I did the right thing, Ella decided,

watching them, and feeling a vague envy.

These two were bound together completely, made strong by their separate

afflictions.  Before it had been a mutual itching of the flesh, a chance

spark struck from two minds meeting, but now it was something that

transcended that.

Ella recalled regretfully a long line of lovers stretching back to the

shadowy edges of her memory, receding images which seemed unreal now. if

only there had been something to bind her to one of those, if only she

had been left with something more valuable than half remembered words

and faded memories of brief mountings and furtive couplings.  She

sighed, and they looked at her questioning A sad sound, Ella, darling,

Debra said.  We are selfish, please forgive us.  Not sad, my children,

Ella denied hotly, scattering the old phantoms of her memory.  I am

happy for you.

You have something very wonderful, strong and bright and wonderful.

Protect it as you would your life.  She took up her wine glass.  I give

you a toast.  I give you David and Debra, and a love made invincible by

suffering.  And they were serious for a moment while they drank the

toast together in golden yellow wine, sitting in golden yellow sunlight,

then the mood resumed and they were gay once more.

Once the first desperate demands of their bodies had been met, once they

had drawn as close together as physical limits would allow, then they

began a coupling of the spirit.  They had never really spoken before,

even when they had shared the house on Malik Street, they had used only

the superficial word symbols.

Now they began learning really to talk.  Some nights they did not sleep

but spent the fleeting hours of darkness in exploring each other's minds

and bodies, and they delighted to realize that this exploration would

never be completed, for the areas of their minds were boundless.

During the day the blind girl taught David to see.  He found that he had

never truly used his eyes before, and now that he must see for both of

them he had to learn to make the fullest use of his sight.  He must

learn to describe colour and shape and movement accurately and

incisively, for Debra's demands were insatiable.

In turn, David, whose own confidence had been shattered by his

disfigurement, taught confidence to the girl.

She learned to trust him implicitly as he grew to anticipate her needs.

She learned to step out boldly beside him, knowing that he would guide

or caution her with a light touch or a word.  Her world had shrunk to

the small area about the cottage the jetty within which she could find

her way surely.  Now with David beside her, her frontiers fell back and

she was free to move wherever she chose.

Yet they ventured ut together only cautiously at first, wandering along

the lakeside together or climbing the hills towards Nazareth, and each

day they swam in the green lake waters and each night they made love in

the curtained alcove.

David grew hard and lean and suntanned again, and it seemed they were

complete for when Ella asked, Debra, when are you going to make a start

on the new book?

she laughed and answered lightly.  Sometime within the next hundred

years.  A week later she asked of David this time.  Have you decided

what you are going to do yet, Davey?  just what I'm doing now, he said,

and Debra backed him up quickly.  For ever!  she said.  Just like this

for ever.  Then without thinking about it, without really steeling

themselves to it, they went to where they would meet other people in the

mass.

David borrowed the speedboat, picked up a shopping list from Ella, and

they planed down along the take shore to Tiberias, with the white wake

churning out behind them and the wind and drops of spray in their faces.

They moored in the tiny harbour of the marina at Lido Beach and walked

up into the town.  David was so engrossed with Debra that the crowds

around him were unreal, and although he noticed a few curious glances

they meant very little to him.

Although it was early in the season, the town was filled with visitors,

and the buses were parked in the square at the foot of the hill and

along the lake front, for this was full on the tourist route.

David carried a plastic bag that grew steadily heavier until it was

ready to overflow.

Bread, and that's the lot, Debra mentally ticked off the list.

They went down the hill under the eucalyptus trees and found a table on

the harbour wall, beneath the gaily coloured umbrella.

They sat touching each other and drank cold beer and ate pistachio nuts,

oblivious of everything and everybody about them even though the other

tables were crowded with tourists.  The lake sparkled and the softly

rounded hills seemed very close in the bright light.  Once a flight of

Phantoms went booming down the valley, flying low on some mysterious

errand, and David watched them dwindle southward without regrets.

When the sun was low they went to where the speedboat was moored, and

David handed Debra down into it.  On the wall above them sat a party of

tourists, probably on some package pilgrimage, and they were talking

animatedly, their accents were Limehouse, Golders Green and Merseyside,

although the subtleties of prommciation were lost of David.

He started the motor and pushed off from the wall, steering for the

harbour mouth with Debra sitting close beside him and the motor burbling

softly.

A big red-face tourist looked down from the wall and supposing that the

motor covered his voice, nudged his wife.

Get a look at those two, Mavis.  Beauty and the beast, isn't it?  'Cork

it, Bert.  They might understand.

Go on, luv!  They only talk Yiddish or whatever.  Debra felt David's arm

go rigid under her hand, felt him begin to pull away, sensing his

outrage and anger but she gripped his forearm tightly and restrained

him.  Let's go, Davey, darling.  Leave them, please.  Even when they

were alone in the safety of the cottage, David was silent and she could

feel the tension in his body and the air was charged with it.

They ate the evening meal of bread and cheese and fish and figs in the

same strained silence.  Debra could think of nothing to say to distract

him for the careless words had wounded her as deeply.  Afterwards she

lay unsleeping beside him.  He lay on his back, not touching her, with

his arms at his sides and his fists clenched.

When at last she could bear it no longer, she turned to him and stroked

his face, still not knowing what to say.

it was David who broke the silence at last.

I want to go away from people.  We don't need people do we?  'No, she

whispered.  We don't need them.  There is a place called Jabulani.  It

is deep in the African bushveld, far from the nearest town.  My father

bought it as a hunting lodge thirty years ago, and now it belongs to me.

Tell me about it, Debra laid her head-on his chest, and he began

stroking her hair, relaxing as he talked.

There is a wide plain on which grow open forests of mopani and

mohobahoba, with some fat old baobabs and a few ivory palms.  In the

open glades the grass is yellow gold and the fronds of the ilala palms

look like beggars fingers.  At the end of the plain is a line of hills,

they turn blue at a distance and the peaks are shaped like the turrets

of a fairy castle with tumbled blocks of granite.  Between the hills

rises a spring of water, a strong spring that has never dried and the

water is very clear and sweet," "What does Jabulani mean?  Debra asked

when he had described it to her.

It means the "place of rejoicing", David told her.  I want to go there

with you, she said.

What about Israel?  he asked.  Will you not miss it?

No, she shook her head.  You see, I will take it with me, in my heart.

Ella went up to Jerusalem with them, filling the back seat of the

Mercedes.  She would help Debra select the furniture they would take

with them from the house and have it crated and shipped.  The rest of it

she would sell for them.  Aaron Cohen would negotiate the sale of the

house, and both David and Debra felt a chill of sadness at the thought

of other people living in their home.

David left the women to it and he drove out to Em Karem and parked the

Mercedes beside the iron gate in the garden wall.

The Brig was waiting for him in that bleak and forbidding room above the

courtyard.  When David greeted him from the doorway he looked up coldly,

and there was no relaxation of the iron features, no warmth or pity in

the fierce warrior eyes.

You come to me with the blood of my son on your hands, he said, and

David froze at the words and held his gaze.  After a few moments the

Brig indicated the tall-backed chair against the far wall, and David

crossed stiffly to it and sat down.

If you had suffered less, I would have made you answer for more, said

the Brig.  But vengeance and hatred are barren things, as you have

discovered.  David dropped his eyes to the floor.

I will not pursue them further, despite the dictates of my heart, for

that is what I am condemning in you.

You are a violent young man, and violence is the pleasure of fools and

only the last resort of wise men.

The only excuse for it is to protect what is rightfully yours, any other

display of violence is abuse.  You abused the power I gave you, and in

doing it you killed my son, and brought my country to the verge of war.

The Brig stood up from his desk, and he crossed to the window and looked

down into the garden.  They were both silent while he stroked his

mustache and remembered his son.

At last the Brig sighed heavily and turned back into the room.  Why do

you come to me?  he asked.

I wish to marry your daughter, sir.

You are asking me, or telling me?  the Brig demanded, and then without

waiting for an answer returned to his desk and sat down.  If you abuse

this also, if you bring her pain or unhappiness, I will seek you out.

Depend upon it.  David stood up and settled the cloth cap over his gross

head, pulling the brim well down.

We would like you to be at the wedding.  Debra asked that particularly,

for you and her mother.  The Brig nodded.  You may tell her that we will

be there.

The synagogue at Jerusalem University is a gleaming white structure,

shaped like the tent of a desert wanderer, with the same billowing

lines.

The red-bud trees were in full bloom and the wedding party was larger

than they had planned, for apart from the immediate family there were

Debra's colleagues from the university, Robert and some of the other

boys from the squadron, Ella Kadesh, Doctor Edelman the baby-faced eye

surgeon who had worked on Debra, Aaron Cohen and a dozen others.

After the simple ceremony, they walked through the university grounds to

one of the reception rooms that David had hired.  It was a quiet

gathering with little laughter or joking.  The Young Pilots from David's

old squadron had to leave early to return to base, and with them went

any pretence of jollity.

Debra's mother was still not yet fully recovered, and the prospect of

Debra's departure reduced her to quiet grey weeping.  Debra tried

without success to comfort her.

Before he left, Dr. Edelman drew David aside.

Watch for any sign of atrophy in her eyes, any cloudiness, excessive

redness, any complaints of pain, headaches! will watch for it.

Any indications, no matter how trivial, if you have any doubts, you must

write to me.  'Thank you, doctor.

They shook hands.  Good luck in your new life, said Edelman.

Through it all Debra showed iron control, but even she at last succumbed