CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SIXTY-FOUR
“Why did you say that about avarice and that Greek word?” Jeraine asked.
“Philarguria?” Heather asked.
“What did you mean?” Jeraine asked. “I mean, it makes sense. That guy has loads of money and a bunch of ex-wives and angry kids. I’d believe that he loves only money but …”
He took a bread pan off the cooling rack and turned the pan over so that the bread fell onto a plate. He set on the bar and went to get the butter.
“I just don’t see how it relates to what I was saying,” Jeraine said.
Heather nodded when he turned around. He set the butter, a knife, and a couple of plates on the counter.
“We only have a certain capacity to love,” Heather said. “All of us — fairies, Olympians, even Titans — we can only channel our love in a few ways. You should have seen Perses, who loves killing, struggle when he suddenly, for the first time in his entire life, had Eros, Philia, and Ludus.”
“What?” Jeraine asked.
“If you focus all of your energy in Philarguria …” Heather said, slowly.
“Avarice,” Jeraine said.
Heather nodded and continued, “you don’t have the energy for some of the more fulfilling loves like Pragma, long standing — love like your parents or Tanesha’s — or even Philia, which is deep friendships. The love of money clogs up everything else until it’s all you have.”
“Why is that?” Jeraine asked.
“Some of it is time,” Heather said. “If you’re the God of Destructution…”
“You spend your life destroying things,” Jeraine said with a nod.
He cut pieces of the ginger bread and Heather grabbed a slice.
“What better way to cause destruction than killing?” Heather said.
His mouth full, Jeraine grunted.
“We won’t go into people who are addicted to drugs and sex,” Heather said.
She raised his eyebrows, and he gave her an acquiescing nod.
“We only have so much time in a day,” Heather said. “If we spend all of our waking hours thinking about obtaining money, we don’t have time to cultivate these other kinds of love, even inside ourselves.”
“I know a bunch of dudes who have a lot of money and a lot of … uh … sex,” Jeraine said, picking his words.
“Sure,” Heather said. “But it’s not really love or even Eros. You know that better than most people. It’s not very fulfilling.”
Jeraine shook his head.
“So how does that relate to my situation in Vegas,” Jeraine said. “I can’t work at the dude’s casino and I can’t work at Jammy’s friend’s place. He lit-er-ally signed me to force me to not work in Vegas or really anywhere.”
“Keep the African-American blockade going,” Heather said.
“Prejudiced prick,” Jeraine said.
“But he is rich,” Heather said.
Jeraine scowled at Heather. She gave him a shrug.
“It’s not fair,” Jeraine said.
“But it does make money,” Heather said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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