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fastens her seat belt, Therese replied. Boy, is she in for the ride of her life!
***
Therese admired herself in the dusty attic mirror. The scooped neckline and capped sleeves were simple yet elegant. The skirt was not too full, either, and reached to the floor. It might even need to be hemmed, Therese thought. She wished she could remember the time her mother dressed her up in it, but she could not and could only imagine how her mother must have pinned it in the back to keep it from slipping from her little shoulders. She sighed at her reflection now and couldn’t believe she had gone all these years unaware that the dress was up here, waiting for her.
You look beautiful , her mother chirped from the little round window.
I can still recall how your mother looked the day she wore that dress , her father said. She looked just as lovely as you.
“And more,” Therese said, though she had to admit that her own looks improved the day she became a goddess.
Don’t sell yourself short, kiddo, her dad said.
Therese turned toward the window and her parents. “I wish you could give me away,” she said to her father.
Her father didn’t reply, and Therese fumbled with the beads on her bodice, regretting her words, sure she had only dampened everyone’s mood.
I can give you away, he sang suddenly. Ask Richard to do it, and I’ll be sure to fly just above you. We’ll both do the honors.
The corners of Therese’s mouth nearly reached her eyes. “Really? That would be so great! That would mean the world to me!”
Her nervous anxiety over the plot to bind Zeus was for the moment replaced by sheer thankfulness and gratitude for the gift of her parents and their involvement in her wedding. In the months after their deaths, she could not have imagined that her mother would be there to give her a wedding dress and her father to give her away. Tears pooled in her eyes as she went to the window and kissed the tiny beaks of her favorite cardinals.
***
Than rarely drove the orange Lamborghini he purchased with Therese over a year ago in memory of their first driving lesson together with Hermes. As he ushered Carol outside and into it, the memory of that first driving lesson made him smile. He missed his cousin. It seemed he had just gotten to be good friends with the messenger god when the conflict broke out and spoiled their trust. He hoped one day they could rebuild that trust and enjoy one another’s friendship again.
“This is one fancy car!” Carol said as he flipped open the doors.
“Thanks.”
“Aren’t you cold?” Carol asked from the passenger side as Than climbed behind the wheel. “You forgot your coat.”
He felt a blush coming on. Unused to relating to mortals, he’d forgotten he needed to blend in. He and Therese had brought coats, but he had left his in the basement. He conjured a replacement coat in the backseat and grabbed it before laying it on the console between them. “I’ll put it on when we get there. I don’t like to wear it while I drive.”
Luckily, it hadn’t snowed since the day before yesterday, so the driveway didn’t need shoveling. The sun shined in a cloudless sky and melted some of the white powder, which dripped from the branches of the evergreens surrounding the cabin and roadside. As Than pulled the car from the gravelly drive, the car slid and turned ninety degrees in the wrong direction.
“You probably aren’t used to driving in the snow,” Carol said, gripping her armrests. “I didn’t think about that.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, sounding more confident than he felt. “I’ll get us there and back in one piece.” He maneuvered the car back in the right direction and, after spinning the wheels, slowed down, gained traction, and headed onward.
Once Carol had guided him past the dam and off the country roads to the main road toward Durango, she told him about her gift for Therese.
“I had a locket made with a photo of her parents on one side and a
***
Therese admired herself in the dusty attic mirror. The scooped neckline and capped sleeves were simple yet elegant. The skirt was not too full, either, and reached to the floor. It might even need to be hemmed, Therese thought. She wished she could remember the time her mother dressed her up in it, but she could not and could only imagine how her mother must have pinned it in the back to keep it from slipping from her little shoulders. She sighed at her reflection now and couldn’t believe she had gone all these years unaware that the dress was up here, waiting for her.
You look beautiful , her mother chirped from the little round window.
I can still recall how your mother looked the day she wore that dress , her father said. She looked just as lovely as you.
“And more,” Therese said, though she had to admit that her own looks improved the day she became a goddess.
Don’t sell yourself short, kiddo, her dad said.
Therese turned toward the window and her parents. “I wish you could give me away,” she said to her father.
Her father didn’t reply, and Therese fumbled with the beads on her bodice, regretting her words, sure she had only dampened everyone’s mood.
I can give you away, he sang suddenly. Ask Richard to do it, and I’ll be sure to fly just above you. We’ll both do the honors.
The corners of Therese’s mouth nearly reached her eyes. “Really? That would be so great! That would mean the world to me!”
Her nervous anxiety over the plot to bind Zeus was for the moment replaced by sheer thankfulness and gratitude for the gift of her parents and their involvement in her wedding. In the months after their deaths, she could not have imagined that her mother would be there to give her a wedding dress and her father to give her away. Tears pooled in her eyes as she went to the window and kissed the tiny beaks of her favorite cardinals.
***
Than rarely drove the orange Lamborghini he purchased with Therese over a year ago in memory of their first driving lesson together with Hermes. As he ushered Carol outside and into it, the memory of that first driving lesson made him smile. He missed his cousin. It seemed he had just gotten to be good friends with the messenger god when the conflict broke out and spoiled their trust. He hoped one day they could rebuild that trust and enjoy one another’s friendship again.
“This is one fancy car!” Carol said as he flipped open the doors.
“Thanks.”
“Aren’t you cold?” Carol asked from the passenger side as Than climbed behind the wheel. “You forgot your coat.”
He felt a blush coming on. Unused to relating to mortals, he’d forgotten he needed to blend in. He and Therese had brought coats, but he had left his in the basement. He conjured a replacement coat in the backseat and grabbed it before laying it on the console between them. “I’ll put it on when we get there. I don’t like to wear it while I drive.”
Luckily, it hadn’t snowed since the day before yesterday, so the driveway didn’t need shoveling. The sun shined in a cloudless sky and melted some of the white powder, which dripped from the branches of the evergreens surrounding the cabin and roadside. As Than pulled the car from the gravelly drive, the car slid and turned ninety degrees in the wrong direction.
“You probably aren’t used to driving in the snow,” Carol said, gripping her armrests. “I didn’t think about that.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, sounding more confident than he felt. “I’ll get us there and back in one piece.” He maneuvered the car back in the right direction and, after spinning the wheels, slowed down, gained traction, and headed onward.
Once Carol had guided him past the dam and off the country roads to the main road toward Durango, she told him about her gift for Therese.
“I had a locket made with a photo of her parents on one side and a
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