He awoke late the next morning, just in time to make it down for breakfast.  A buffet, nothing exciting, not much he recognized, so he ate toast with something that resembled jelly.  The conference was over, having ended yesterday.   But yesterday he’d planned on leaving immediately to return back to his office in Berlin; today, however, he’d changed his mind.  Tangiers held him there, transfixed.  The musty, narrow streets that had repulsed him now beckoned him out, drawling him into their winding, circling, maze.  He wondered where she was, where she was staying.  Catherine couldn’t have left just yet, as she’d told him she’d only just arrived yesterday.   From where she’d come, he wasn’t sure, though.  He’d never asked.

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