THE PRESIDENCY
In the black, silver-sequined tent of a Moroccan chieftain sat a dark-haired beauty. And before her on a dusty plain, a multitude of bearded Berber tribes men played at war for her amusement. Outside the ancient, mud-walled city of Marrakech, the turbaned warriors wheeled and galloped, sending great swirls of dust toward the tent, fired their silver-banded muzzle-loaders into the air in thunderous explosions of good black powder.
She might have been a desert princess but she was not. She was the First Lady of the U.S.; and the only princess in...
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