A person of Neshiyah
Naomi Meron, nurse
Nurse
Naomi Meron
Nurse, about 84 years old. Born in Neshiyah, like everyone.
Naomi Meron moves through the clinic with a nurse’s economy, her thick-knuckled hands steady as she folds bandages or measures tonic, though she’ll stop mid-task if a bird lands on the sill, watching it with a pale, unblinking interest. At seventy-seven, she trusts no one’s story until she’s poked it twice, and her temper still flares sudden as a struck match—witness the black eye she gave Peleg over a disputed fence post, and the quiet apology she never offered. She works best alone, night shifts especially, when the fog presses white against the windows and she can sit motionless, listening to the building settle. She wants the truth about those satellite photos she bought, files that smelled of the Council’s own making. The town calls her difficult, but they bring their fevers to her anyway.
Temperament
Curious when something is in front of them; slow to believe anyone; hot-tempered; happiest alone; able to sit still when it matters.
What people say
Naomi Meron believes what everyone believes: the fog is the edge of the world, and the fields need working whether it is true or not.
What the record shows
- day 34 Obed Golan sold Naomi Meron satellite pictures of a city beyond the fog. Naomi Meron later noticed the files had been made on the Council's own system.
- day 19 Peleg and Naomi came to blows at the square over nothing much.