Didn't take long for me to make assumptions and connections tied up in a pretty, Egyptian bow and come up with my mother.

"That's why Isis told her." I hit myself in the forehead with the palm of my hand, fighting the urge to smack myself again because it wasn't doing any good.

Chaos disagreed, suggesting perhaps if I did hit harder I might knock some sense into myself but that was only a thought she'd had and I should do as I liked.

You know what? I think I ...