There was nothing else they could do at the moment: she wouldn’t have been able to bear the long journey and it was fortunate, to say the least, that the photographer had accepted to take her in for a few weeks.
Alessandra, smiling wistfully, said she understood: she wanted to thank all of them, Arthur in particular, for everything they were doing for her.
Soon the three men lay Alessandra carefully on the low bed, and the two doctors spoke at length with the photographer to make sure he knew how to make the girl comfortable over the following period.
Soon, Arthur called telling them that everything was ready for the evacuation, and that everyone would be leaving for Damascus as soon as Avanisch and Maram got back.
As he waited, Arthur thought that it was best to hide all traces of Ale
