She'd struck up afriendship with a nun at the convent in the square, and between themthey'd arranged that my mother could attend the daily mass that wassaid for the sisters. He walked towards the door of the office, raising his hands tohis forehead as if he wanted to do what he'd said earlier: rip thebrain from his head. He nodded. Instead, it's over here next to this Vauxhall at the kerb.
I thought he'd forgotten about her and then I knewhe hadn't. She took a set of plastic baby keys andjangled them over Sosy's head and I heard her say, biitte, bitte,bitte' which is German for please. That wasn't what I expected to hear, and I closed my eyes, trying tofind a picture in my mind of Katja and Sonia together. Notonly does she need help to cope with the fact that she has given birthto a child who is different, imperfect
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