FARIDA RE-ARRANGED the pillow behind her back, setting it in just the right spot. Her right hand caressed the silk sheets. Trust Alera to use silk bed sheets. The bed was gargantuan, bigger than king-size. The sheets were teal and white. So were the walls of Alera and Daniel’s bedroom. Grey drapes hung on either side of three large windows. Through them, feeble morning sunlight tumbled into the room.
“Where did he go?” Farida concentrated on her friend. Alera dallied in front of the bed, her slender body wrapped in a pale orange mini dressing gown. Her blonde hair had been forced back into a tight ponytail and her face was scrubbed clean of makeup. It made her look ten years younger than her thirty-seven years.
“Daniel? To visit a friend of his. And then, on his way back, drop off Macho
