Nov. 2010 WLT
The nurse left work at five o’clock.
She had seen the dead woman’s husband sitting, near the entrance, under the yellow sign that Doctor Ahmed had hung some months ago. “While You Wait, Meditate.” He was sitting with his arms crossed, elbows cupped in the palms of his hands, and hadn’t looked up when she passed him on her way out.
Just after lunch, a convoy had come from th...