She nodded and moved over to an old sew machine. It still worked like it was new. She slowly settled into the small chair in front of it. There were some parts with hand stitching, but she could do a majority of the work at her century old Singer.

"And now, he's a man from a very masculine culture and rich society who has to learn to play second. And learn new ways to think. We get the 'news' from America. The pictures of you carrying him like a baby from his business was splashed on front pages here. While I am thankful for you saving his life, I worry about him. He has his pride if he's anything like me."

The sewing machine started to hum and fabric moved under her deft hands.