But, in truth, they were all great with the kids, these playful American boys, even when they were giving shots or taking blood. We women were welcomed by the children, the papa-sans and the mama-sans, mostly, we knew, for the gifts we brought. But the young GIs were thrilling to them, even the bedridden kids. They were superheroes, movie stars. And were always greeted as such. We felt no envy, we do-good American ladies. We liked men better than women as well.
