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Sharm El Sheikh. Half past midnight. Marianna is sitting at a table in the hotel’s night bar. She notices Lucia at a table behind her. As she is about to leave, she approaches Lucia:

“Have a seat, sit with me,” says Lucia.

Marianna sits at Lucia’s round table.

“Help yourself,” says Lucia.

Marianna notices Dr. Badya’s figure slipping by in front, looking at Marianna and her companion. Watching, probably (Marianna’s thoughts).

“Bring me some whiskey,” Lucia says, pointing to a glass.

Marianna goes to the bar and brings back a glass of whiskey. She notices that there are already three half-drunk glasses of whiskey on the table and that Lucia isn’t drinking any of them.

“Bring more whiskey,” Lucia commands.

Marianna goes to the bar and asks for more whiskey, noticing how Lucia watches her stand in line for the bartender. After Marianna returns with another glass of whiskey, a quite satisfied Lucia gives Marianna a smile.

“Can’t sleep at all tonight,” Marianna says to Lucia.

Muted Arabic music comes from the bar. Marianna notices some people still sitting at other tables. She didn’t notice how time flew by: with Lucia, it was so fascinating and interesting… Lucia would talk about her girlfriends, then the conversation would shift to women’s issues, her clients, and the secrets of a psychologist’s clients.

“For example… a man comes to me, obviously very wealthy. He says that to be happy, he absolutely needs to have a mistress. And I understand that. And when things didn’t work out with the mistress, the man suffers.”

“Yeah… I wish I had their problems, the rich,” Marianna says.

***

Morning. At breakfast in the restaurant, Marianna bumps into Lucia, almost tripping over her chair.

“How are you?” Lucia smiles and looks into her eyes.

Witch… Marianna sarcastically says and smiles.

She saw a chubby Arab bring coffee to Lucia, say “please, your coffee,” and sweetly smile, licking his lips, lingering and waiting for Lucia’s reaction.

“Thank you,” Lucia nods to him.

“Did you see that, did you see?” Lucia says to Marianna. “He didn’t just bring the coffee; this chubby guy wants me to pay attention to him. To make him feel good, you understand…”

“Well, yeah, I understand.”

I told you, she’s a witch, she knows everyone’s motives.