CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED
“I was spending some time with my granddaughter,” Aphrodite said as she moved toward Abi, “and her charming step-children showed me one of those documentary films…”
“Isn’t film brilliant?” Abi asked.
“Truly magical,” Aprhodite replied. They were speaking an ancient language known only to them. “The documentary said that there was once a planet. Another planet they called ‘Theia’ slammed into the original planet. These two planets merged to form the one we are standing on.”
Abi grinned at her friend.
“Then, for billions of sun rotations, the new planet was bombarded by ice storms,” Aphrodite said.
“I remember,” Abi said. “Do you?”
“I remember you and… shall we call him ‘Theia’?” Aphrodite asked.
“Don’t,” Abi said. “It will only start him ranting.”
Aphrodite gave Abi an acquiescing nod.
“Ask me what you want?” Abi commanded.
“Was I dropped on this planet by an ice storm?” Aphrodite asked. “Like these fairies?”
“No.” Abi shook her head. “You are not like them.”
“But…” Aphrodite started.
“You are the sea,” Abi said. “You are the storm. You are all of the ice storms combined.”
Aphrodite gave Abi a quick nod.
“And love?” Aphrodite asked.
“‘Love’ is the human word for the energy between all water molecules,” Abi said. “The energy which holds the oceans together. The energy which unites everything on this planet. The energy between people.”
“You are not that energy,” Aphrodite said.
“I am the planet,” Abi said with a grin. “Our Gilfand is the surface area, well, with my help.”
“I see,” Aphrodite said. “Thank you for clearing that up.”
“I love this science,” Abi said with a grin.
“I do as well,” Aphrodite said. “Human beings are so much smarter than I ever gave them credit.”
“You give them no credit at all,” Abi grinned.
“There is that,” Aphrodite said.
The old friends laughed.
“They are wonderful children — Nash, Teddy, and Noelle,” Abi said. “So bright and funny. They make my human existence truly magical.”
“Yes,” Aphrodite said.
“I have been here too long,” Abi said. “They have been bickering so long — adding up grudges and judgements and slights to their tender egos — that I fear there is no way forward for them.”
“Would you like me to ‘use my power over their water molecules’?” Aphrodite asked.
“If you would,” Abi said. “I am becoming exhausted. I am not well suited for all of this… well, as Nash would say, ‘bullshit.’”
“Do you wish me to drown them all?” Aphrodite asked.
Abi looked at her old friend for a little too long of a moment.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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