Clara smiled. She bought a warm chausson aux pommes from a bakery on Rue Toussaint and watched the black angel on the cathedral spire glint in the afternoon light. For the first time in a week, she tasted the apple.
As she walked out past the castle, she called her mother. “It’s nothing. Just a cyst.” echographie mammaire angers
Clara laughed nervously. She lay down, heart hammering against her ribs. The probe glided over her skin, and on the black screen, a gray galaxy appeared. Fatima was silent, her eyes flickering, measuring, freezing images. Clara smiled
“The gel is warm,” Fatima smiled. “We’re gentle here in Angers.” As she walked out past the castle, she called her mother
The appointment was at the , a modern glass box tucked behind the ancient cathedral. As she pushed the heavy door open, the smell of antiseptic and fresh linen replaced the scent of damp cobblestones.
“I told you,” her mother said. “Angers has good doctors.”