Of course right after I write of my love for Rudy Reyes, we get our first contact from Baghdad. After a few short flights, my sister has found her new home in the former pediatric ward of a bombed out hospital in Baghdad. For protection, she has a knife and apparently uses male escorts (not that kind) to go places. Sounds wretched to me, but she sounded like she was at least trying to make the best of the whole thing in the email she sent.
If any of you kind souls are interested in mailing her, let me know, I have her address. Until then, any warm thoughts you may send up into the atmosphere on her behalf are most greatly appreciated.
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