"I woud like to love you," Yvette said.
"Would
you?" Didier said. He doubted it.
"But I cannot. My
heart belongs to Henri."
She ran a loving finger across his portrait.
"Henri
is at Oxford," Didier said.
"For now," Yvette
pouted.
"Didier is in...Another
Country," Didier pressed.
"I know where Oxford
is," Yvette hissed.
"I was trying to be clever,"
Didier said.
"Were you."
"Are
you familiar with the play Another Country?" Didier asked.
"No."
"It
was made into a movie."
"Was it."
"Rupert
Everett played Guy Burgess." Didier continued.
"Does that perhaps give you a clue?"
Yvette's
eyes widened.
"Are you telling me Henri is a spy?"
Didier
grabbed the reins of his camel.
The sun was low on the horizon,
and
the casbah was far, far away.
