Chapter 46They reached the terrace restaurant by the pool at nearly seven o’clock. James was waiting for Hassan and Talya at the bar, a drink in hand. He turned toward them when they came down the long flagstone steps.
“Hello, you two!” He waved at the two of them. “Let’s get a table before this place gets too busy. What would you like to drink, Talya? Hassan?”
“I’ll have a glass of Chablis, thanks...” Talya was looking around her to see if Khalid, or Mohammed perhaps, were already sitting somewhere near the beach.
“Just an orange juice for me, thank you.” Hassan said, watching Talya.
James ordered the drinks and they went to sit at the same table they had occupied at lunch.
The wind was up as it was on most nights. The lampoons, dangling from the bamboo rafters beneath the overhan
