.. we ... my family, can’t let Juliet’s death define our lives.”He paused again, and then answered with a faraway look. “In Afghanistan, I lea...ned that death doesn’t discriminate. Young, old, sick, healthy, beautiful, plain, it doesn’t matter. One minute you can be happy, joking, full of life and the next...”She squeezed his hand, and said softly, “Like your friend Aarash?”He jerked back from wherever he was and gave her a sharp look. “How?”Cindy quickly responded to his frown. “Rashmi didn’t. It’s all not real, make believe. It’s fiction. We are just actors playing roles.’ Dawn shook her head as if she was trying her best to snap out of it. ‘You’re not Devkumar.’ ‘No, I’m Jimmy Wright from Los Angeles.’ ‘I’m Dawn Haines from Boston.’ ‘Nice to meet you, Dawn Haines.’ He looked at her. ‘Tell me, are you married or involved with anyone?’ She was so beautiful. ‘I’m recently divorced. I don’t have a boyfriend.’ ‘Do you really work at the hotel or are you like all the other groupies who. ‘Old friend, huh?’ she stage whispered loudly to Warren. ‘Don’t get her started.’ Warren said, suddenly sounding weary. Draga grinned. ‘I can cook.’ she offered to no one in particular, when the grinning fit had subsided. Dead Mans Party ended and Orgy’s rendition of Blue Monday began. ‘Really?’ Maria asked hopefully. ‘I can do omelettes. Pancakes, bacon, french toast… depending on what there is for food here.’ ‘Oh, chica, what are you waiting for? I’ll go get dressed, have a smoke, you do. Stefania tended to spend a lot of her time in her pyjamas, which seemed quite appropriate for someone who was always tired, they could just go back to bed whenever they felt like it. This was a bonus for me it meant that I could just get on with the job in hand and not have to worry about her looking over my shoulder all the time.After a couple of weeks, I had settled into a routine, Stefania would make an appearance every now again, but as far as I was concerned, things were working out.