CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Justin awoke to the sound of children laughing.
They were also pulling at his blanket. He scared them off with a growl. He stretched and saw Trudy further down the beach staring out to sea. She was sipping a mint tea. He made a joint and went to join her. Tea was poured for him, and before he’d even half-finished it, the English speaker appeared out of nowhere and came to Justin’s side.
“My cousin can take you back,” he said.
“Great.”
Trudy smiled.
“But not yet.”
The smile left her face.
“When?” Justin asked.
“When he is driving tourist bus. We can go meet him. He will take you. You will be in Marrakech tonight.”
“Ok,” Trudy said, and they both looked at her, waiting for her to elaborate. “We can have a day here.” She was happy enough. “A day at the seaside,”
