11
New York
Karim pushed open the door of his New York apartment and stood back for the concierge’s assistant to drag his luggage across the threshold. He waited in the entrance while the man took his cases into the bedroom. Shafts of morning sunshine filled the room and caught swirling dust motes in its beams. He thanked and tipped the assistant. After he’d closed the heavy door, Karim slipped off his shoes and walked along the short passage into the sunlit room.
He’d been surprised to hear from the captain’s announcement that the temperature in New York was expected to climb to sixty-six degrees Fahrenheit. He crossed to one of the high rectangular windows and opened it. A temperature like that was almost unheard of in New York at the end of November. He’d expected snow and Santas. In
