She lived in Marrakech down a path at the beautiful Beldi Country Club. Her door was lit by a Moroccan lantern.
She was a woman who loved to laugh.
Her tunic with its grey on grey embroidery was chic, very chic. (I shop in the Men's Department, she whispered to me.)
As we made our way back down the path, all we could hear was the rustling of the tall grass.
Can we please live at the Beldi Country Club, too? I asked my husband. But he just laughed.