Harem, scarem: or, my life in the seraglio
My friends, Cheryl and her husband Dave, are touring Spain and Portugal this summer. They will stay the nights in monasteries, fortresses and castles. In one stronghold, many of the bedrooms were, once upon a time, occupied by the master's harem. Cheryl said, "I certainly am not going to sleep in one of those rooms. I want no part of a harem."
Personally, give me the harem room. I've seen the movies. I could stand to be waited on hand and foot. I can see myself lounging around the marble pool draped in a diaphanous gown, posed against a backdrop of ferns, orchids and tropical flowers. I li...
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