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There should be no prayers,” Marcel said to me earlier when he came in to work on my leg.

“Why?”

“Not for her. Not here.”

He was furious because they are having a service for the refugee in the hospital chapel. I hadn’t realized that he was such a strict Catholic. It makes sense, though, goodness bound by code rather than the heart. I just wish he hadn’t taken it out on my leg. His soft touch was nowhere to be found.