11. Ever since Calle’s diagnosis, she has never slept alone—either her mother or father or aunt or grandparent sleeps with her. One July night Rachael lay next to Caroline in the room where she and her daughter slept. ÓDo you see God?Ó she asks her. Caroline could no longer speak and had only slight movements. Her faltering system had begun to hunger for air, and all at once Rachael was coming to the realization that her daughter would not live, that the chemotherapy would not work and that no new cure would come. She felt a catch in her throat and began to cry. ÒIs he talking to you?Ó Rachael said. ÒIs he calling you?Ó Caroline stared back at her mother and slowly nodded her head.