Tony blinked. He was not used to waiting. But before he could explode, Lu timidly offered him a spoon. Saly rolled her eyes. Julieta turned her back. And Rami saw it: the crack in the fortress of his masculinity. The myth of the untouchable male was crumbling.
The women laughed. Then they listened. Rami proposed a new niketche , a sisterhood of the wronged. They would share the burden. One would cook, one would clean, one would charm, and one—Rami herself—would keep the accounts. Tony, the great hunter of women, would find himself hunted. He would have his harem, but the harem would have a union. Niketche - Uma Historia de Poligamia
"We are not each other's enemy," Rami whispered one night, watching the moon spill silver on the mango trees. "The enemy is the hunger that makes us fight over crumbs." Tony blinked
