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Quick bit his lip hard enough that his fangs drew blood.
“So are we going to play or not?” asked Lucky. “If I recall correctly, I’m first. And I think I will try to solve the crime.”
“You haven’t even eliminated any suspects yet,” said Phil.
“Can’t hurt to take a guess, can it? I think it was Professor Plum in the conservatory with the lead pipe.” Lucky opened the envelope and spread out the cards for everyone to see. “Must be my lucky day.”
Quick sighed. “This is why I only play checkers with gods of fortune.”
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“Are you sure this is the right place?” asked Bo
“I’m sure,” said Syph.
Bo
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“How do you know he’s in there?” asked Bo
“I just know.”
“Okay then. Do you want me to go in with you or do you think you can handle it on your own?”
Syph slouched in her seat.
“I can go in with you if you want,” said Bo
Syph sighed, and the rearview mirror fell off. Bo
“What’s wrong?” asked Bo
“I can’t do it.”
“What?”
“I’ve changed my mind. I can’t go in there.”
Bo
“Do you want to stay a goddess of heartbreak forever?”
“No.”
“Well, the first step to changing that is to confront the lousy bastard whose rejection turned you into… this.”
“I guess that makes sense,” said Syph quietly.
“You’re damn right it makes sense. This guy rejected you. He treated you like crap. You, the goddess of love!”
“He wasn’t as bad as all that. Really, it was more my fault than his.”
Overwhelming gloom filled the car. Even knowing it was a foreign despair forcing itself upon her didn’t help Bo
“You have to stop doing this to yourself. And to me. And to people like me. Being divine doesn’t give you the right to go around destroying people’s lives.”
Syph raised her eyebrows questioningly.
“So maybe it does,” admitted Bo
Syph said nothing. Bo
“What if he doesn’t like me?” asked Syph softly.
“Do you care if he likes you?”
“I don’t know. Should I? Is it wrong that I care what he thinks?”
“You were dumped. It’s not weird to have mixed feelings. You resent him for rejecting you, but you also want him back because you weren’t ready for it. And maybe underneath that, you feel like because he rejected you that you have something to prove by showing him he made a mistake. And if you can get him to take you back it’ll be vindication, show that you are worth something.”
“You seem to be an expert on this,” said Syph.
“No more than anyone else,” replied Bo
“How sad for you. To have your short lives burdened by such complications.”
“Yeah, it sucks,” agreed Bo
She surrendered to the e
“So if I go in there and talk to him, it’ll make me feel better?” asked Syph.
“Yes, it will.” Bo
“Probably not,” said Bo
“Then why do it?” asked Syph.
Bo
“Because you have two choices. Choice number one: get over it and move on with your life. That’s the healthy thing to do, the best way to handle it. Considering that you’ve been nursing this depression for a few thousand years, I don’t think that’s an option.”
Syph lowered her head as ice formed on the dashboard.
“Odin’s missing eye,” grumbled Bo
“Oh, for Olympus ’s sake, snap out of it.” She smacked Syph on the shoulder. “Go up and knock on that door and confront this guy. It probably won’t make you feel better, but it’s just something you have to do. Don’t you think two thousand years of misery are enough? This isn’t unrequited love anymore. It’s not even unhealthy obsession. It’s just pathetic.”
“No mortal has ever dared talk to me this way.” Syph’s face reddened.
“Does it make you mad?” asked Bo
“I would, but he has company.”
Syph pointed to a car pulling into the house’s driveway. Bo
“You don’t have to worry,” said Syph. “I’ve made the car invisible.”
Janet exited the car and rang the doorbell. The door was answered by a raccoon.
Syph ducked. “Get down.”
Bo
“It doesn’t work on other gods.”
Bo
“Yes,” said Syph.
“That god?”
“Yes.”
“With the fuzzy tail and loudest Hawaiian shirt I have ever seen? The god who is wearing sunglasses even though it’s eight in the evening.”
“Yes.”
“The god who stands maybe three feet tall at-”
“Yes,” said Syph. “That god!”
Lucky took Janet’s hand and placed his muzzle against it.
“What was that?” asked Syph. “Was that a kiss?”
“I don’t think raccoons have lips capable of kissing,” said Bo
He said something, and Janet laughed.
“Are they flirting?” asked Syph.
Janet knelt down and playfully ruffled the fur on his head.
“She is flirting with him.” Syph didn’t shout, but only because she spoke through clenched teeth. “Is this a date?”
“It looks like a date,” said Bo
Bo
“What are you doing?” asked Syph.
“I’m following them,” replied Bo
“Why?”
“Because…”
Something was different about Syph now. Maybe it was jealousy. Or rage. Or maybe just unpleasant discomfort from seeing the object of her obsession getting on with his life before her. Whatever it was, it was better than the constant e
“Why not?” said Bo
Janet wasn’t usually intimidated by the gods. She had enough experience with powers to remove most of the mystery and romance from the divine. She’d mingled with gods. Flirted with a few. And screwed several. But she’d never been on a date with a god. Not a real date.