“About twenty-five or thirty at the moment,” said Clara, “but it varies.”
I stifled a yawn, and Fleur intervened, shooing the others away.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
My recovery was slow but steady. Fleur fed me excellent meals, and helped me to walk about. Each day I gained a bit more strength, and she gradually had me do small tasks or chores to test my limits. Day by day I got better, and finally, eight days after I had awakened in her room, she asked me if I wanted to see the rest of the harem.
“All right,” I said, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. She stood ready to help me, but I stood up, and dressed myself in a casual lounge suit: trousers, slip-on shoes, and a zippered top.
Fleur led me through a connecting door to a short hallway which was lined with pictures of
