“The Three Kings are all sharp dressers. They share a passion for boots crafted from rare and exotic species. They travel to Texas to have them made.”
THE THREE KINGS ARE hanging out by the pool just before Christmas at a get-together of kings, presidents, and the like about the future of the planet. There’s sand and oil money everywhere you look, and not too distant, the crashing of surf. The Three Kings, because they are kings, are much more used to being listened to than listening to others, and find the whole business tedious, so they’ve decided to have a seasonal cocktail and chat about family and travel and shopping just like ordinary people.
King One is idly considering invading King Two’s outlying provinces, but King Two isn’t particularly worried because he controls the airspace in the region with the generous assistance of the most powerful nation on earth—whoever that happens to be at the time—whoever has the best hardware is a reliable measure.
King Three could care less about his fellow kings’ pushing and shoving. He’s waiting to hear the results of a coup d’etat back home to know if he even has a kingdom. It’s not looking good. He’s not concerned about it personally. Life will go on. Like all the Three Kings he has amassed tremendous wealth, property all over the world. Still, to lose one’s kingdom can hurt a king’s feelings. Has he been that bad? Read more »