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Water Cure

Water Cure

Jane drives to Umm Suqeim beach. Umm Suqeim: the mother of the sick. She has done the night shift all week at the American Hospital, willingly. And on Friday, the holy day in Dubai, she goes to the beach. She goes to Umm Suqeim beach because she thinks it’s funny being a nurse and taking the water cure at the mother-of-the-sick beach. It’s a quirky thing to do. Not that she is sick, not sick herself. As she steps from her dark-windowed car onto the bright street, she sheds the dim gentility of the working week and squints across the water at the pink, fairy-castle water park across the bay. Atlantis is its name.