
A desert deluge has stranded two Englishwomen in Marrakech. With nowhere else to turn, they seek higher ground and Moroccan spirits at a jazz bistro. And, inexplicably, they plot an incredible heist.

It is the beginning of a holiday weekend. Summer-crazed families are en route from somewhere to elsewhere, only to become marooned here, at DFW, at the mercy of the non FAA-approved thunder gods. Day has become dark with storm. Children are huddled, frightened; parents are openly weeping. Kenneled pets are howling. The end of days is upon us, just as I am served a plate of potato skins. Yeah Connie, we’ll take another round.