But I know she cannot go all the way. There will be a point
of separation; even a man’s shadow does not follow him to
the grave. So as her footsteps begin to fade, as my heartbeat
becomes almost audible, I decide not to look back in order
to help her save face. Ahead, the doctor walks through a
door and signals that I follow. As I take one stiff step after
another, I mouth frantic prayers to God, asking for His
grace, reeling off one promise after another in exchange for
His mercies.
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