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Chapter 9: Masculinity and House RulesA maze of balconies on the east side of the palatial house allowed us to walk through them, all of which overlooked the blue-green lake and gardens. The summertime air smelled and tasted fresh. Eventually, I turned a knob into a private, spare bedroom that was decorated in shades of blues. “Here is where you’ll be staying. I hope you like it.” His bedroom was nothing grand but was very gentlemanly with a hint of masculinity. A window seat overlooked the lake, there was a mirror, then two expansive closets and a dressing table. A reading chair and Louis XIV writing desk stood in one corner. One wall was covered with bare shelves where the pool boy could keep his music or books, or personal items at close reach. The room felt handsome, of minimal space,