Adam's Apple
Not
long
thereafter, I was sitting on my bed, which had a short, thin headboard, with my head resting on the wall behind me,
when Kristin gave me a strangely long and studious
look, then came over and curled up on my lap, which was nothing new as
she sometimes acted really young and liked to curl up like that and be held.
What was new was that this time, she stuck her head under my chin and against my Adam's apple. Because there was no space behind my head, I couldn't lean my head back to put my chin back in between her head and my Adam's apple. I could have pushed her off a bit her to achieve the same but thought she had come to be comforted and that she may feel rejected if I pushed her off a bit. So I just held her.
The next thing I know, she suddenly and violently snapped her neck backward so that the back of her head crushed my Adam's apple, which absorbed its full force as my head resting against the wall behind me prevented my neck from moving back to absorb the shock. I heard a crack, felt a sharp pain in my larynx, pushed her off, and grabbed my throat. She hopped over to her bed, turned around to face me, sat down, and gave me the same studious look as before. When I asked her why she had done that, she didn't answer my question and kept staring as if she was checking out the result of what she had done.
The city we were in had no trustworthy hospital, so I waited for a month to see if my throat would heal on its own but it didn't. My Adam's apple now protruded much less and sat lower on my neck, and my voice projected much less than before. So I found a Russian otolaryngologist who put a scope down my throat, took some pictures, and confirmed that my larynx had been damaged, but there was nothing he could do to fix it.
I returned to Kristin, shared the news, and asked her if a demon had tried to damage my larynx so that I can't preach. She didn't reply then, but later said that a demon had tried to kill me by breaking my neck. When asked why she hadn't intervened to stop the demon or at least to warn me, she had no answer. When asked how I could be sure that she will intervene or at least warn me if a demon in her tries again to kill me, she again didn't answer.
The pain in my throat subsided over time but my voice did not regain its full volume.
One afternoon, when Kristin and I were again in our room, she out-of-the-blue said something to me that was very wicked. This already had happened once before in the provincial town, and I again walked out of the room and went for a long walk. When I returned, she was again at the door crying, not as profusely as after the first incident, but still crying, and apologized as soon as she saw me.
When I asked her why she again had said something so wicked and insulting, she again kept apologizing and crying but didn't explain why she had said what she had said. And her apologies were very general, as if she didn't know what she had said. Again, I thought it was strange, but to stop her crying, told her that since she has apologized, she was forgiven, so she should stop crying.