Shura held up her arms. “They were hardly the most terrible people I’ve met.” She pursed her lips. “The Benin Beloved Chief Advisor for Life’s army did this to me before he became the Beloved Advisor. When he came through my home town in the Dahomey region.” She shuddered. “When I was a little girl. ”
By most standards, she was still a little girl, but no one commented.
Shura continued, “My mom refused to marry any of the soldiers, so they did this to me, then killed her.”
Ciara looked at Dr. Donald Giesen. “This brings us round to the next and bigger question. What can you do for her, Doctor?”
Dr. Giesen was Canadian by birth. The Canadian medical system, run top to bottom as a government fiefdom, had developed an unorthodox solution to the problem of doctors who threatened to make en
