Too Much Happiness - Maria Robinson

Farid dropped Vera back at the Hotel El Minzah in the old quarters of Tangiers. Free falling into the gray Egyptian sheets, she finally let go and began sobbing in chest-halting spasms. Had it been too much? The chance meeting of Andre at the American Legate reception. The cloudless days wandering from the dark blue medina to the whitewashed villas in the French quarter.

And then leaving Andre just as he had begun calling her the imperial "L'Americane" everywhere they dined. Now clinging to breath in the respirator tent at the French Hospital, life with Andre seemed liked too much happiness. Even though she'd escaped him once landing in Miami with Sean, the cold yet dashing Brit. Partied with the Euro crowd at Art Basel and swam naked at the Albion hotel. But the cinnamon scent of the souk, the towers, the morning prayers broadcast through tin foil lined speakers, and the mint tea had brought her back.