“I’m sorry Mrs. Ejema, we did our best for Sunday but he just did not make it.”
Dr. Harrison said softly to Julie who rose up and flung herself on the ground and fainted. She did not need any interpreter to tell
what message Harrison was conveying. She had lost the equanimity
provided by the belief in fate and providence. Who would blame her?
Sunday was her only son and she really had expected him back.
