She dozed for a while, neither fully awake nor asleep until the feel of her skin warned her that it was time to turn over. She fished around for the bottle of tanning oil and applied it as best she could to her back. An oily, smiling, middle-aged man with a push broom mustache wandered over as she was going through her contortions. She didn’t understand a word that he said to her, but it was clear that he was offering to help her oil herself up. She smiled pleasantly and shook her head. The man shrugged and wandered off. Felicia saw Selim watching from a distance and smiled at him too before stretching herself out face down on the beach chair.
The afternoon passed slowly but pleasantly. Felicia sunbathed for a while, visited the vast buffet with little Sabadta, with Selim always nearby, a
