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Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty Five
He brought it to the network before he responded to the Foundation.The message he sent through the secure platform was as plain as he could make it: a foundation with substantial resources wants to support what we are building. The funding would enable training, research, policy work. The cost is formalization — governance requirements, reporting structures, an institutional existence with an address and bylaws and annual accounts. I am not going to decide this without the people it affects. Here is what they are proposing. What do you think?The responses came over the following two weeks and they were not the responses of a group that agreed with itself.Dr. Okonkwo was direct."What we do now works because we trust each other," she wrote. "That trust was built without institutional framework. I do not know if institutional framework produces trust or if it replaces trust with something that looks like trust from the outside and is not."A physician from Nairobi named Dr. Kamau had
Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty Four
He did not decide immediately.He told Dr. Okonkwo that he needed to think about what she was describing, and she received this with the specific patience of someone who had been waiting for thirty years to say what she had just said and could extend the patience a little further.He returned to Copenhagen and to his teaching and his clinic work and his Friday morning research sessions with Sanne, and he thought about it in the spaces between those things, on trains and in the mornings before the day had populated itself and in the particular clarity of late evenings after the last patient note had been written.He called Dr. Okonkwo six days after the conference."I want to help build what you described," he said. "On the terms you described. Supportive rather than directive. My role is to amplify what already exists, not to shape it into something more recognizable to the institutions that might want to recognize it.""Yes," she said. "That is exactly what we need.""Tell me what a
Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty Three
They found a quieter space, one of the conference's smaller meeting rooms that had been left unlocked between sessions, and they sat at opposite ends of a table designed for twelve and talked for ninety minutes.Lukas had learned across the years of his clinical practice that certain conversations required the right container, that the quality of the space communicated something to the person in it about what level of disclosure was available, and this room with its empty chairs and its institutional neutrality and its closed door was, it turned out, adequate.Dr. Okonkwo told her story without the management that public accounts of difficult experiences often contained, the shaping toward coherence that turned lived chaos into narrative. What she told him was not a narrative. It was a sequence of events that had happened to her and that she had been organizing and reorganizing for thirty years without arriving at an organization that felt complete.She had been twenty-nine.A residen
Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty Two
He accepted the invitation on a Wednesday morning in a two-line email that required three drafts, each draft finding a different way to express acceptance without performing enthusiasm he did not entirely feel.The conference coordinator responded the same afternoon with a warmth that told him something about what the committee expected from him, which was the warmth of people who had decided they had found their symbol and were happy about the finding. He read the response and felt the specific discomfort of being someone's symbol.He called Elise that evening."They want me to speak about ethical frameworks for integrative medicine," he said. "And about protecting patients from corporate exploitation in pharmaceutical development.""You should," she said."I am not the person they think they are inviting," he said."Who do they think they are inviting?" she said."Someone who maintained consistent ethical integrity throughout a difficult investigation," he said.She was quiet for a
Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty One
The funeral was held on a Tuesday morning in early December.Sixty-three people attended. Lukas knew this because Felix had mentioned it afterward, not as a measure of something significant but simply as a fact he had found himself noting, the way people noted particular details in the days following a death because the noting was something to do with the attention that grief produced.Sixty-three people. A business empire of forty years, a family name that had been in the Amsterdam financial community for three generations, and sixty-three people willing to be seen at the funeral. The rest calculating the cost of attendance in a period when association with the Van der Meer name carried the weight that it currently carried.Elise had arranged the service with the practical competence she brought to things she could manage when everything else was not manageable. The church was modest, the readings were from texts Henrik had actually valued rather than from texts that sounded appropri
Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty
They arrived at different times and from different directions, as the Van der Meer family had always operated, the centripetal pull of the family's center producing attendance but not cohesion.Elise was already there when Lukas arrived, seated near the window in a chair she had pulled away from the bed by perhaps six inches, the specific distance of someone present and maintaining the presence while also maintaining a boundary the six inches communicated.The officer accompanying Clara arrived shortly after Lukas, Clara herself in the grey-blue coat she had been wearing when she was arrested, the coat having become a kind of involuntary uniform of her current situation. She took the chair on the opposite side of the bed from Elise without acknowledging her daughter directly, the two women occupying the same small room with the quality of planets in parallel orbit.Felix arrived twenty minutes later, slightly out of breath, having driven from Utrecht where he had been in a meeting tha
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