Rosewood

The road to Marrakesh The night before their departure from Anfa, Antonio lay on the creaking bed, staring at the ceiling of his room in the house in the Alt Baha. He wondered how Carolina would be managing without him and whether she and Lupita were still working the streets of Madrid as a duet. He missed Carolina more than anyone else, including Francisca, who still badly wanted to marry him. He liked her but remained unsure of a future with the woman. He wondered whether Carolina had sent…

He turned a little sideways in his chair to drink his mug of coffee. At the table on his left the man with the strident voice was still talking remorselessly away. A young woman who was perhaps his secretary, and who was sitting with her back to Winston, was listening to him and seemed to be eagerly agreeing with everything that he said. From time to time Winston caught some such remark as 'I think you're so right, I do so agree with you', uttered in a youthful and rather silly feminine voice.…