She was always there when I got down from my days in the mountains, eager to hear what I had been up to. We talked around the campfire, exchanging our news. She told me about her day. She described the fishermen who had come to the little clinic she had set up under a thatched roof where she dispensed the medicines provided by Uncle Eric, and demonstrated how a simple saline drip, regularly administered, could cure even the most ghastly tropical ulcer. In fact, as I learned many years later, she had been known as White Witchdoctor—and people had traveled long distances for the aspirins, Epsom
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