For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

Aristocratic Star
by Ronnie Sarfatti

   Waiting alone in the gleaming, antiseptic operating theatre, with the barely burning, ophidian smell of new-cut grass wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of former U.S. President Gerald R. Ford, the brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his life’s work. He was now, according to Brother Lyle, lost forever in the wilds of the Amazon.
   Then, without any warning, came a confused chorus of greetings from the courtyard, and she dropped the brimming wine glass heedlessly on the rug. He was here! “We marry tonight, my Oriental pearl!” he said in his curiously endearing fashion.
   Just then, it dawned on her that her days of loneliness were over, and as he dabbed at her tears with the handkerchief she herself had made for him, she vowed never again to do anything spiteful, foolish or immature.

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