I told her she'd be busy when she returned to her job at Northwestern with the flu epidemic.
"Ah, the flu," she sighed. "There's diphtheria at the camp."
I asked her if she was glad or sad to be leaving Cox's Bazar.
"Sad," she said, "so sad." She told me she'd have stayed longer if only she'd have planned in advance. But on the other hand she had a job,