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“What happened?” Paul asked.
“What about the baby?” he whispered.
“And Aza?”
The people gathered around me looked at my father in
dismay. Finally it was Fergus who hugged him like a
brother and reassured him.
“It’s all right, mate”, he soothed, after which he announced
that, first of all, they could use a good beer. With a gesture
the kiosk owner invited them into the hospital building.
“And then we’ll talk about everything.”
Lo-lee-lu, only the man in the moon is watching. I was
given the name Luisa, called Lulu, and only the man in the
moon knew where Aza was. This was my lullaby, and I was
convinced that my father had made it up just for me. Lo-
lee-lu: long lives Luisa.
I stayed two over-cautious weeks in the clinic so they could
check for the slightest sign of concussion and help me to
acquire the adaptability of a motherless only child, as well
as a voracious appetite for milk substitutes. The midwife