This Stream of Dreams (Mirella, Rashid and Adam Book 2) by Roberta Latow

Author:Roberta Latow [Latow, Roberta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mirella, Rashid and Adam
ISBN: 9780553264043
Google: hPReg6Zk9QEC
Amazon: 0553264044
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 1987-12-01T06:00:00+00:00

13

Adam had not been successful in Geneva. His timing had been off. The person he wanted to see was in an all-day meeting at the Swiss Credit Bank in Zug. He took a helicopter to Zug, only to miss his elusive white knight yet again. The Sudan. He might find the person he was after in Khartoum in a week’s time, he was told. After that, in Addis Ababa until the end of August.

From Zug, Adam called Mirella aboard Rashid’s yacht — not the Azziz, his schooner, but his ocean-going cruiser Topkapi. He was surprised at how much the sound of Mirella’s voice dissolved the frustrations of his day and warmed his heart. He felt joyful rather than sentimental about her.

“Is Rashid treating you well?”

“Yes, very well. He’s being his usual extravagant self, lavishing attention on me — flowers, extravagant gifts, a pair of diamond bracelets. I hope you like them, because I am pledged to wear them always in the name of our friendship,” she said bravely to her husband, the man she loved.

Adam smiled to himself and answered, “Rashid has impeccable taste. Of course I will like them, and a pledge is a pledge.”

Their conversation was brief because Adam wanted to be on his way. Rashid was put on the line, then the captain, who gave Adam the course the Topkapi was taking through the Aegean Sea to Mykonos and Delos. He replaced the telephone receiver on its rocker, pleased and proud of the way Mirella had handled the call.

He was relieved to think that the three of them could cope with this unusual and delicate relationship with an unspoken truthfulness, respect for one another, and above all discretion. The guidelines have been drawn, he thought, and they would not breach them. He knew that was true from the way each of them had handled this first and most important separation. No side of their triangle had suffered or broken.

In Athens he said good-bye to Josh, who took the company plane on to Istanbul. Adam boarded his small helicopter, and the pilot and he whirled up into the hot, smog-bound atmosphere that hung low over Athens.

Permission granted, they flew low across the sprawling white city that roasted under the hot sun, over Athens’s ancient cemetery. It was dotted with white marble monuments and shaded by tall, elegant cypresses. Over the remains of the Olympieum, still overwhelming in size with its Corinthian capitals and enormous columns, the vast column-drums lying on the ground. Adam’s heart began to race in anticipation of what was to come. And there it was as they flew over Hadrian’s Arch — the Acropolis.

They circled once, twice, a third time before the pilot was allowed to dip down over the theater of Herodes Atticus. They hovered there for a few minutes. Even empty and silent, the excavated ruins of the huge, ancient open-air theater once so splendiferous with its walls of dressed poros covered in marble slabs, with its floors, staircases, and anterooms of mosaic. Its façade alone, which had stood ninety-two feet high, stirred a sense of the wonders of Greece.

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