Day 8
She came for breakfast this morning. I had been dreading seeing her, and was indeed very uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. I took my seat at the table and sat mutely, eyes downcast as she laid out the food.
“Why so glum?” she asked.
“I’m ashamed,” I answered. Read more…
“Hello,” she answered. I recognized her voice immediately.
“Hi,” I replied scratchily, suppressing a nervous cough.
“This is the Goddess Marquesa,” she said, “to whom am I speaking?”
“My name is Ralph.”
“Well, Ralph,” she purred, “I don’t recognize your voice. Are you a first-time caller?”
“Yes.”
“You are a lucky boy, Ralph. Today is July 1st. Do you know what day that is?”
“No,” I answered.
“It is My birthday.” Read more…
