Tired . That word had been her middle name for too long. Crownie thought tiredly. Now if she could have her lunch break with a peaceful nap. . . . .Or not.
“Crownie!”, Magnolia, her co-intern at JaVieri called as she flounced over to her.
“What is it now?” she thought, as she sighed internally.
“Have you heard?”, Magnolia asked.
“Here we go again, Jesus“, Crownie thought with another internal sigh.
“Heard what”, Crownie said tiredly.
“That”, Magnolia continued excitedly, “JaVieri is opening a new boutique in Turkey!”
“You don‘t say”, Crownie said with little interest.
Perhaps if she hadn’t read in a novel, about ancient Turkish monarchs who filled their harem with women all over the world, forcefully taken from their homelands, and sold to the harem’s chief eunuchs, whose job apparently was to scout for rare beauties at the slave markets. . . . .
“Crownie! Were are you in this conversation?!”, Magnolia demanded.