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3. Rue
3 Rue I spend the rest of the train trip gazing at Ama’s face. Her blonde locks fall beautifully across her face, making her look like a model. Her eyelids flutter a few times, so I’m hopeful that any moment she’ll wake. While she sleeps, I work on talking. It occurs to me that perhaps I can shout for help when we get to the station. I move my mouth, I make sounds come out of it. But nothing intelligible. In two hours’ time, I manage to force the word “HELP” to come out of my throat. It sounds funny, without the enunciation of my tongue. It’s more like, “HEH-loope.” But that is the best I can do, and so it will have to be good enough. I am disappointed when the train eventually begins to slow. Ama is still asleep, despite my desperate shouts to try to rouse her. It isn’t until the m
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