13
“DELEGATE, THE MEDICO has arrived.” Eirani stood at the door, a washing basket on her hip.
I stopped my transcript mid-sentence, thoughts of flowing sentences fleeing my brain. For a while, I had almost forgotten the throbbing pain in my hands, since it had become less after the popping feeling, but now, with treatment in sight, it returned in full force. I did not like doctors and hospitals.
Thayu gave me a small nod. “Go. I’ll keep working on this.”
I rose, reluctantly.
A woman waited in the hall. She towered almost a head over me, yet held her back straight. Wide but bony shoulders made me think of an athlete thirty years after Olympic glory. An orange robe hung from her thin and knobbly shoulders, leaving bare thin arms with skin wrinkled as an elephant’s hide.
Dark eyes met m
