Sheri’s brows were knitted, her lips tight. Like a scowling infant, unhappy thoughts appeared to flit over her face. The eyelids fluttered, and then her eyes opened; they were beautiful—large, a brown color flecked with gold.
November 13, 1997
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Twenty-seven years of unread letters in a disabled San Diego child's family
Gizella Sabo: “I survived Auschwitz... for this?"
Gizella Sabo took the news hard. “I survived Auschwitz,” she said, smashing that bitter noun to smithereens. “I came out alive from that place. And for what?” she demanded. “For this?” This had turned out …
October 30, 1997