CHAPTER SIX
Linda yawned and whispered, “Eric, I’m tired and have to wake up early.”
Eric looked at his watch. “It’s not even eight o’clock. We have a lot to go over, and now, Etienne can add to the discussion. I already gave him a brief summary of our plans. He’s excited too. Please hang with us a little while longer.”
Etienne kept pulling napkins from the dispenser to dry his forehead, cheeks and nose. Like a recirculating fountain, after a few seconds, water dripped down again making him blink faster. A tear shaped drop hung from the end of his nose. His hair looked plastered to his forehead. When Eric mentioned Etienne’s excitement, he nodded, “Oui, oui, it is time to do this. Magnifique.”
Linda’s mind had zoned out during much of Eric’s historical lecture about the Tigris and Euph
