Cleopatra's Daughter — Anne Hart

Sometimes a traveling private eye, such as I, must engage in global intercourse. Thats cross-cultural verbal intercourse. The only tone that separates the Egyptian from the Klezmer Jew in music is the G-string with only a pitch of tone separating the joy of the Hassid from the undulation of the Nile. Hakim tried to adjust the lens on his box camera. Snow flurries slashed his face with a thousand thongs, covering his white hair and long beard as his breath steamed into the morning frost. Cleopatra, his Egyptian wife, carried in one arm her pink blanketed two week old daughter. "Hurry and take the picture. The baby's turning blue." Cleopatra Aziza shouted at Hakim. And the shouts seemed to be coming from a horde of crones, screaming together in fury, cutting him to pieces. All he saw was the open mouth of his wife, Cleopatra Aziza, the Egyptian girl he married. Her voice became an indistinguishable roar of needy demand as loud as the wind.Cleopatra's Daughter offers suspense and intrigue within two families turning verbal intercourse into global intercourse with an attitude. What happens when families collide to seek identity?Verbal Intercourse Is Wagon Train in Inner Space. Global Intercourse Crosses Cultures. Meet Cleopatra's daughter. She wants to know who she is and with what group she is supposed to identify.