The maid refused to come in to the pool. The sun was rising behind us, the towels were high thread count, and the girl who was asking was naked and beautiful. But the maid just smiled and shook her head, laid down a fresh pile of the black towels and kept cleaning the roof deck.
Later I asked her for a glass of water and took an apricot with entitlement. She was thrilled.
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