Nyx was right. The mall had a post-Mother’s Day fire sale on chocolates! I picked up three boxes of truffles and one of dark chocolate-covered fruit and Segwayed to her domain for a girls’ night in.
She’s created a “she shed” which is super-cool. It’s like this warm, cozy place for women to hang out and do mortal things. It’s velvety dark and cozy. Screens were everywhere. That’s her new obsession. She wanted to finish up on her Tweeter, so she turned the news on to entertain me while I waited.
I opened up the chocolates and was arranging them into a cool fortress when I heard something funny. I looked up at the screen, but I couldn’t make sense of it.
“What’s a sex strike?” I asked.
Nyx rolled her eyes. “You know when a …”
I cut her off. “You don’t have to explain sex to me.” Everyone talks down to me because I’m a virgin goddess. No one stops to wonder if maybe that’s why I’m so wise. “I want to know what this sex strike is.”
Nyx put down her phone and peered up at the screen. A dark-haired woman was holding a press conference. “Oh, Alyssa Milano.”
“A former child star and television witch. She’s very into politics.”
“I like politicians.” After all, I am the mother of democracy, protector of cities. Politicians and I have a lot of common interests.
Nyx looked at me sadly. “You wouldn’t like these mortal politicians. They’ve passed some very controversial laws. The TV witch wants women to stop having sex with men until those laws are repealed.”
I chuckled, imagining mortal politicians walking around with painful boners like the men in Aristophanes’s play. “What on earth did they do to deserve that kind of punishment?”
Nyx looked at me strangely. “You don’t watch the news?”
I shrugged and popped a truffle in my mouth. “I work most of the time. When I’m not working, I want to chill out. All this screen stuff mortals use seems like noise. I like my solitude and being alone with my thoughts.”
“These screens are a window into what these mortals care about,” Nyx explained. “Like my Twitter.” I made a mental note not to let her know I called it Tweeter. “You should really pay more attention.”
Nyx turned off the news and turned on Game of Thrones. “Lots of darkness here,” she grinned. “I want to get you caught up before it ends.”
It was entertaining, but all the battles were sloppy. “These commanders must draw inspiration from Ares,” I chuckled. “You know nothing about military strategy, Jon Snow!”
I wanted to hang out longer, but I’ve got an early shift at the mall tomorrow. As I hugged Nyx goodnight, she whispered in my ear, “Pay attention.”
I will, Nyx, I promise.
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