CHAPTER 10
A huge, fat moon hung low overhead, full as a pregnant belly, beaming its soft golden light onto the white, white sand.
They stood in the shadow of Djoser’s ruined step pyramid. “This is the pyramid you saw as a child,” Violet explained. Breathing deeply after a three-hour walk from the outskirts of Cairo, she dusted sandy fragments off her new-to-her men’s trousers and dirty tan shirt. Not pretty, but practical, she thought. I wonder what Leontios thinks of them… if anything. He had shown no reaction to the sight of her in pants. Her friends in Pittsburgh would have been scandalized.
Leontios sucked in a deep breath and released it. “I suddenly can feel the years. They are heavy on me as on this poor ruin. Ah, Violet, it was so lovely and new. So fascinatingly different. I h
