I was about to close my clinic when my mobile rang. It was from Raeni, my fiancée. “Khenan,” she said, “are you busy? Can you come to the hotel for dinner?” “Yes, the last patient has just left. What are you doing?” “Oh, discussing the cover story with Henry and Edward.” “I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I said. While driving to The Jamaica Pegasus Hotel, my thoughts revolved around Henry and Edward. The two young writers from California shot into fame recently with their travel writings. I had known them for more than two years. I liked their writings but hated their flirtatious nature. I observed that their visits to Kingston became more frequent after Raeni joined the hotel as marketing manager. Suddenly, I noticed that I was driving past the hotel. I reversed my car and drove in. After a few rounds of Flaming Bob Marley, Henry cut funny jokes to impress Raeni. Edward Joined him. That irked me but I tried to keep cool by draining some Flaming Bob Marley.…
