17“You'll never guess what I found,” Bebe said, not waiting till Chione invited her to enter. As she entered, a rush of delicate Egyptian scent floated in with her. She carried something in her hands and a small woven bag. Whatever it was must have been special to occupy her time. By this late hour in the evening, Bebe would have been showered and wearing some sort of Egyptian robe which was more comfortable for her to work in while sitting at her computer late at night. And what was that scent she wore now? She was overly excited and that was not like her.
“Must be important,” Chione said. She had been working at her tiny desk, transcribing more of Bebe's notes into her laptop. She barely had time to push the computer out of the way before Bebe scattered a handful of photographs in front
