“Tell me, Tony,” Sheila said as we chatted. “Exactly how is Wendy’s need for submission kinkier than your need for four wives?”“I don’t ...eed four wives,” I sputtered. “They just kind of gathered around me.” I suddenly noted that she’d included Wendy as one of my wives. Had I thought that as well?“But picture yourself now with just one of them. Who would it be and where would the others be? How happy would you be?”Shit! It wasn’t possible for me to imagine life without even one of the four,. ‘And this is my precious little girl, Mary, who is three.’ My God, she picked the names I had chosen. I was ready to cry but did my best to hold back. Little Mary, who was hardly able to walk, grabbed my leg. I picked her up and gave her a little hug. She looked just like her mother. She gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, ‘Dada’. Kathy said, ‘I’m sorry, she doesn’t know too many words and dada is one of the first they learn.’ I said, ‘Please don’t apologize for that. It was nice to. She hasn't eaten for two days. Then it hits her. Sheruns dripping to the can. Onions port and garlic are leaving the building.And they are going quickly.A couple of apples will be an immediate necessity. Jessica knows it iscounter-intuitive, but apples do stop diarrhea. Then some everythingbagels and eggs, cream cheese and bacon. Solid food easy on the spices iswhat the doctor ordered. And coffee, lots and lots of coffee.Back in the shower, she doesn't think toilet paper will do the job;Jessica. Of nee, I will get you some cake bedoelde ik te zeggen.”“Thanks.”When I turned my attention to the square, I noticed a lone figure walking across it. But he wasn’t walking towards the mosque, but rather towards us. In fact, he waved at me!“ASIM! Maarten, my friend is out there! Can he come in?”Maarten stuck his head around the kitchen door.“What?”“That’s my friend. He sneaked out of prayer. Can he come in?”“Oh. Sure. He’s not ... You know, one of those sand Nazis, is he? That mosque is crawling.