Chapter Nine
The Magic Wand
When I opened my eyes, my head was in Anne-Marie’s lap. She was staring down at me and putting a damp cloth on my forehead. At first she appeared like a vision, opaque and dream-like. Then, to my great relief, her pretty features came back into focus.
“You’re here,” I said.
“Of course I’m here, Monsieur. What happened?”
My vision had returned to normal now that the horrible headache had subsided somewhat. I had vague memories of the previous night, flashing on the two men in the dressing room with Anne-Marie, and then pushing it out of my mind.
“I must have fainted.”
“Should I take you to the hospital?”
“No.”
“Are you sure, Monsieur? You look rather pale.”
“No, I’m fine now. Just dehydrated.”
Anne-Marie helped me up and held the glass of Perrier to m
