Suzy Update: The waiting is hard, she says, as each day creeps by with no measure. She straddles the present and the unknown, and is torn between wanting the wait to be over, and the hesitancy of wondering what does that “over” mean for her. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen my fierce girl draw back. Her catnaps have lengthened into long bouts of sleep, but it is still the light sleep of life, not the deeper sleep that signals the end is closing in. At times when she’s awake she avidly listens to the daily hum of life around her, smiling at the silly stories I save up just for her, eating the better part of a cheeseburger that Francois has brought her. Each day he tries to tempt her with a burger, and some days it works. But other days she just wants a lemon drop, solitude, and another nap.