35 The last resort

With bare feet, they all enter the big, smart sitting room. Portraits and figurines of Shiva greet them and in front of a solid, giant front door stands a security guard.

Johan turns to Arjuna. “If there is a patch of lawn, may we go and sit somewhat away from the building on the grass and meditate, Arjuna?”

Arjuna frowns. “It is late at night and the grass is wet from dew, Johan.”

He looks at the big, soft cushions on a smart, antique sofa and gets them. “Here, take this one. I’ll ask the ladies to wash them afterwards.”