Chapter Twenty
Nancy
I had been letting Nancy talk uninterrupted for several hours by this time, except for bathroom breaks and tea refills. I had been waiting for her to reach a natural breaking point in her narration so that I could suggest stopping for lunch when her last statement caused me to look up from my notes. “I’m sorry. I must have misunderstood. What did you just say?”
She smiled ruefully and made little flapping motions with her hands, imitating birds in flight. She had been expecting my reaction.
“I left my body.
One moment I was looking into the mirror, watching a face that I no longer recognized. Some sobbing political prisoner with chopped off hair stared vacantly back at me through red rimmed eyes. The next moment I was floating up by the ceiling seeing my own body
