The crown prince sat silently. I wasn’t making much headway. What began as a tense ride around the ranch with the Crown Prince. White House/Eric Draper Then we reached a remote part of the property. A lone hen turkey was standing in the road. I stopped the truck. The bird stayed put. “What is that?” the crown prince asked. I told him it was a turkey. “Benjamin Franklin loved the turkey so much he wanted it to be America’s national bird,” I said. Suddenly I felt the crown prince’s hand grab my arm. “My brother,” he said, “it is a sign from Allah. This is a good omen.” I’ve never fully
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