Jane glanced at the woman who had been nice enough to give her information about Tim, but she didn't want to talk about living in a refugee camp and what it was like to survive g******e. She understood the curiosity at the same time that she resented it. Would people ask these questions of a person that had survived any other tragedy? What was it like? Sometimes she wanted to scream, "What do you think it's like to have everyone around you die—and not even be able to remember how?" Jane's eyes darted away and around the room until Claudette touched her hand.
"Jane, I don't want to stir up unpleasant memories. I wanted to tell you to watch Jen because she has been telling your business to everyone. Well, those that listen to her." Claudette's lip twisted. "I don't like that one, but that'
