MOTHER!!!!," I bellow as I fly through the opulent palace she calls home.

I guess she gets paid more than I do.

I find her draped seductively on a couch (does she realize no one is watching?) enraptured by various "soap operas" that fill every blank wall in the room.

"Mother," I sound annoyed, but not nearly as annoyed as I REALLY am. "Don't you have anything better than to watch this manmade fluff?"

"What," she breathes is her soft, musical voice,not even looking up in greeting. "These things are wonderful…so many ideas…so many possibilities."

She finally glances over her bare shoulder to look at me, but only briefly.

"But, that inner monologue on DAYS has to go…I mean, who do they think they are kidding?"

"Mo-ther" I am growling now. It doesn't quite fit my image.

Dramatically, she turns over and faces me.

"Mother, there is no one here to seduce. Get over it."

She bats her eyelashes at me.

"No , it is you who needs to get over it. I am Aphrodite, goddess of Love, and you are my son…my helpmate in the game of love.

She sighs dramatically.

"Really, shouldn't you be out help-mating? Why are you even here?"

I glare at her. I REALLY don't get paid enough.

"I am here about a little problem or yours..that has now become my problem. My Clone?? I mean really mother, I know I forgot you're your birthday this year, but don't you think you went to far this time?"

She stood, her gown barely covering…well those places that need to be covered.

"No son, I don't think I went to far. You are paying FAR to less attention to me, your mother. So, I just made someone that would."

"Pay attention? Mom, I have been busy doing my job, and yours besides. When was the last time you checked up on the residents of Spring…whatever, or anywhere for that matter?"

"Fine," she retorts.

Mother waves her hands and instantly the screens images of the afore mentioned town (that mouthful seems easier than the name I can't ever seem to remember).

Casually, she lets her eyes drift around. Suddenly she stops, her whole face lit in interest. I silently thank Zeus, she has finally noticed Danny and Michelle's predicament.

"Check out that sexy hunk of man who seems to think he should be a priest," she coos. " I would like to teach him a whole new religion…me!"

"MOTHER!!!" I scream. "He is not our problem, and he is not your new plaything either. I have plans for him that don't include you."

I flick my wings and all the screens filled with Michelle and Danny, still sitting silently on the plane.

"This," I explain "Is my problem"

I flick my wings again, and Bizzy's ugly mug appears.

"And that," I point to the screen." Is your problem."

Now I fly right up to her face, so that we touch nose to nose.

"And you, mother dear, are going to turn off your soap operas and help me take care of both.


Part 8

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