The Goddess looked at the ceiling and sighed. “Why does everyone have to think about it? I offer the greatest of compliments, and the job comes with some incredible new powers, but still they have to ‘think about it.’”
Jayce was about to explain the necessity of making informed decisions, taking one’s time, going over the pros and cons—all the things his father impressed upon him—when Kristine put her hand in his. “I’d like to talk to Jayce and Amber first. Can you give me a day or so?”
“Sure. She’s one of my best modern muses. Well, actually, she’s one of my best muses period…since nobody gives a crap about the arts anymore. Damn fucking shame, if you ask me.”
Kristine nodded solemnly. “I’ll be sure to get in touch with her right away.” Then she turned to Jayce. “Oh, you were in the middle of telling me something important. Was there anything else I should know?”
“Uh, no. I think we covered it.” Jayce thought about how his little family drama paled in comparison to the news Kristine had just received.
“Oh, Gaia, wait!”
“Don’t care.” Mother Nature disappeared before Kristine got another word out.
“Jayce, I just remembered Amber’s wedding! She’s probably already in Ireland, planning for the big day.”
Jayce smiled and squeezed her hand. “There’s this great modern convenience called a cell phone…”
