I had been sitting at the bar of the elegant Ritz hotel. It was late in the evening and a slow night. I knew that I would have to find a place to stay. For me, it would not be the Ritz. I had just paid my bill and was turning to go and who should I see. That gorgeous French woman whom I had known in Cairo. I had tried to look her up in the Paris telephone directory, and had been asking all I met if they knew her. There she was standing before me, and the stage star Simon Niall too. "Cheri! You are a sight for sore eyes." They invite me to a private party. I thought what fun, and we were having a good time, then I really do not know what happened? I think a shot had been fired. It must have been a shot in the dark. I may have been grazed. The room is blurry. "Mig..."

I try to call her name, no sound comes from my lips. Suddenly I am floating above my own body, and I am looking down on the scene below.

"Nesime! darling!" I hear her calling my name, and then_there is nothing!