Read The Golden One: A Novel of Suspense Online
Authors: Elizabeth Peters
Tags: #General, #Fiction, #Historical - General, #Mystery, #Mystery & Detective, #Suspense, #Historical, #Fiction - Mystery, #Detective, #Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths, #Women Sleuths, #Women archaeologists, #Egypt, #Egyptologists, #Peabody, #Amelia (Fictitious character), #Peabody; Amelia (Fictitious character), #Gaza
Later. Salima came by for a final drink and put me together — repacking bags, collecting scattered objects — and then I got on the bus with the gang for dinner and a visit to the Khan el Khalili before we caught the plane at, oh, god, one thirty a.m. I love the Khan el Khalili. It may not look exactly as it did when Amelia went there, but It’s close enough for me. I almost always get lost, but that’s part of the fun; one is never in the slightest danger and there’s always some amiable soul around who will respond to pleas for directions. Elia, Mahmud’s pretty wife, went with me this time. Maybe she was taking no chances on losing me at the last minute! We found a shop. . . Enough about my extravagance.
One of the gals had brought a whole suitcase full of cat food, which she distributed; the Khan is full of cats, all hungry, all lean. There was one touching moment when someone offered food to a kitten curled up on a cushion outside one shop. The owner began chirping — "kitty, kitty" is not how one calls cats in Egypt — and "his" cats came running. We fed them all. He thanked us with enormous grace. "I must feed my children first," he said. Went straight to the heart. Unlike dogs, which are unclean, cats are favored — did not the Prophet allow his cat to sleep on his sleeve? — but they just can’t afford to feed them all, much less neuter them. So far as I know there is no spay-neuter clinic in Cairo; but I wouldn’t be surprised if one got started. Our group was discussing it later and they include some determined folk.
After an excellent dinner at a hotel in the Khan, and a lot of sentimental speeches, we were off to the airport and an interminable wait; plane left on time, though, and I collapsed and dozed till NY. The usual delay getting bags, no problem with customs — and the first sight I saw when I emerged was Kristen’s beaming face, the second Tim’s beaming face. They put me in the car, which they had driven up early that morning, and took me home.
Epilogue. I wish I could describe in detail just how enjoyable this trip was for me. I’ve never met a nicer group of people — unfailingly courteous, thoughtful, intelligent, interested, and full of gusto. I hope to keep in touch with all of them.
— Elizabeth Peters
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