Reblogged from Mary Smith’s Place:
A shorter post this weekbecause I’ve been running around like a headless chicken with the book launch. Plus, I felt this particular story needed to be told on its own.
One day, Rosanna was awaiting my arrival at the field hospital with great impatience. A young woman had been brought to the hospital after a wall of her house had collapsed, burying her completely in mud and rubble. She couldn’t move her legs and Rosanna needed another woman to help her lift and examine the girl. She was afraid the girl’s mother-in-law could not understand the need for minimal movement to avoid further damage and, although any one of the Translators could have done it, the women would not allow a man to be present for the examination.
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Thanks, Sue 🙂
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My pleasure, Mary. 🙂
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On a different topic – I just sat down at my desk and the first email I saw was from someone offering a FREE feather duster! Can you believe that? It’s free if you buy a print of Jack Emerson at a TT race!!! How’s that for coincidence, synchronicity or scary spies in the sky?
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I’d probably go for the latter…but yes, rather weird 😉
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