“Now will you think about getting some other shoes?” she asked.
“Fine, fine. Straight ahead. The shoe stores await us.”
We had a great afternoon and evening of shopping but after a light meal at an outdoor café, we decided to call it an early night. We were both tired and I, of course, hadn’t gotten much sleep. Tomorrow was another day. We would discuss our options for the next day at breakfast.6
We spent the next day at the Picasso Museum. As we were returning to the hotel, Rabi was just leaving, having finished his workday. He asked if we could go somewhere to talk. I told Margaux I would meet her for dinner in a couple of hours, and Rabi and I walked to a coffee shop a few blocks from the hotel, where his boss wouldn’t see us together. I wanted him to relax, talk to me about his plans for the future, and give him some information that I hoped would be of help to him. I wanted to be sure he would be focused on what I had to say and not be constantly looking over his shoulder.