Here is a story I carry about my mother:  When she was in her early twenties, she worked in the sales office of a garment manufacturer in Kuwait. She was petite, dark haired, feisty, and a Kuwaiti man fell in brief lust or attraction with her, finally giving up  after a week, when he realized she would not be his fourth wife. He gave her a necklace with the letter “L” on a thin

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