I would like to have my hair set, and although I know we don't really

need them, David, my darling, we should keep in touch with people, like

once a month, don't you think?  Has it been that long?  David asked

innocently, although each day had been carefully weighed and tallied,

the actuality savoured and the memory stored for the lean times ahead.

David left Debra at the beauty salon, and as he went out he could hear

her pleading with the girl not to put it up into those tight little

curls and plaster it with lacquer and even in the anxiety of the moment,

David grinned for he had always thought of the hairstyle she was

describing as Modem Cape Dutch or Randburg Renaissance.

The postbox was crammed full and David sorted quickly through the junk

mail and picked out the letters from Debra's American agent, and two

envelopes with Israeli stamps.  Of these one was addressed in a doctor's

prescription scrawl, and David was surprised that it had found its

destination.  The writing on the second envelope was unmistakable, it

marched in martial ranks, each letter in step with the next, and the

high strokes were like the weapons of a company of pike men, spiky and

abrupt.

David found a bench in the park under the purple jacaranda trees, and he

opened Edelman's letter first.

It was in Hebrew, which made deciphering even more difficult.

Dear David, Your letter came as a surprise, and I have since studied the

X-ray plates once more.  They seem unequivocal, and upon an

interpretation of them I would not hesitate to confirm my original

prognosis Despite himself, David felt the small stirrings of relief.

However, if I have learned anything in twenty-five years of practice, it

is humility.  I can only accept that your observations of

light-sensitivity are correct.

Having done so, then I must also accept that there is at least partial

function of the optic nerves.  This presupposes that the nerve was not

completely divided, and it seems reasonable to believe now that it was

only partially severed, and that now, possibly due to the head blows

that Debra received, it has regained some function.

The crucial question is just how great that recovery is, and again I

must warn you that it may be as minimal as it is at the present time,

when it amounts to nothing more than light sensitivity without any

increase to the amount of vision.  It may, however, be greater, and it

is within the realms of possibility that with treatment some portion of

sight may be regained.

I do not expect, however, that this will ever amount to more than a

vague definition of light or shape, and a decision would have to be made

as to whether any possible benefit might not be outweighed by the

undesirability of surgery within such a vulnerable area.

I would, of course, be all too willing to examine Debra myself. However,

it will probably be incan venient for you to journey to Jerusalem, and I

have therefore taken the liberty of writing to a colleague of mine in

Cape Town who is one of the leading world authorities on optical trauma.

He is Dr. Ruben Friedman and I enclose a copy of my letter to him.

You will see that I have also despatched to him Debra's original X-ray

plates and a clinical history of her case.

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