All's well that ends well.
February 24th 2007 My stomach is tossing and turning on Paul’s last morning in Cairo, and I can’t entirely tell if it’s the sadness of our parting or the parasite that’s left him laid up in bed for much of the past week. Certain assumptions I’d made just a few days ago about my indomitable health are turning out, it seems, to have been a tad bit premature. In fact, the gloating email I’d sent to my moth
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