As it turns out, we have perfect peace. We're in a room far away from Tom and Ruth, a beautiful room with two beds like princess beds in a fairy tale, all frilly covers and fat cushions. There's a round marble basin in the corner, an old oak wardrobe, and a huge, beautiful mirror on the wall reflecting the glow from the pretty lamps and reflecting us as we move about, smiling, getting ready to go to bed.
The best thing about the room, though, is the set of skinny glass doors that opens onto a beautiful little balcony. There's just room to stand on it, side by side. We're overlooking a courtyard, with windows and balconies just like ours on all sides of us, screened by trees and flowering creepers. In the courtyard, little tables are spaced out among the huge plant pots, and lamps are shining, making shadows in among the leaves.
We lean our elbows dreamily on the rail, breathing in the jasmine scent. "Oh, this is heavenly." Yaz sighs. "It's so romantic."
"Romeo!" I call experimentally, but no one answers. A small bat swoops into the courtyard, then swerves off again.
"I bet we'll have breakfast down there tomorrow," Yaz says, "if it's warm enough."
"Let's stay another night," I murmur. "Then I can hang some of my gear up in that wardrobe. I can leave my toothbrush out on the sink."
Yaz laughs. "Sad, Laura, sad. But-- yeah. It would be nice to stay on."
"You know what? I'd really like to find work here. So we can stay in the city. Imagine having that bar we went to as our local."
"Don't push it, Laura. One night at a time." We wander in and get into our fat princess beds, and they're so heavenly and comfortable that we're asleep within seconds.
