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Katerina’s Point Of View
I was pleased that Amy’s Foundation rescue mission to the DRC had gone well. I’d been involved up to a point, providing advice and some contacts, but Rania found her feet quickly, and with Anastasia backing her, my help to mount the operation wasn’t required.
After the emotionally exhausted throng left, I was the last to go to bed. I spent the late evening talking to Diana, a woman who intrigued me greatly. I wasn’t wholly buying her story, so I probed, revealing more kindness, some ambition, and her overwhelming confidence that she would prevail.
When I left our new home in the early hours of the morning, after Diana had returned home, Michelangelo was on the sidewalk, winding his lithe body around my ankles in a figure of eight. Once he bid me an adequate farewell, my feline companion set off into the night in one direction, and I headed to my meeting in another.
When I arrived, the Fish Market was well past its peak. Diana had selected her prizes early, paid for them, and left. She’d probably be tucked up in bed by now and certainly had no idea that I had left home.
I needed information, and the only man I wanted right now was Big Joe Halibut. I strolled a familiar aisle, enjoying its vibrancy, the shouting, bartering, and banter until I saw him. He was counting money from a fat roll of Benjamin Franklin’s, probably one of many others stashed in his pristine blue overall.