Well, the book sucked, but Cleopatra Maggie saved the day in her Egyptian (or Greek? the book said Greek) for the night themed CenPho home. The Mediterranean feast kept coming - the falafel, the grape leaves, the tzatziki, the olives, the grapes, the tabbouleh, the tahini, the pita, the Caesar salad, the baklava - yum, yum, yum, as the ominous clouds parted and we snuggled under the billowing scarves and the palm fronds and the hanging lights as the Nile-like wet patio sparkled.
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