Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-five - Good morning (part one)
Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-five - Good morning (part three)

Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-five - Good morning (part two)


(part two)

“I swear to you,” Heather said. “We went to the Dumb Friend’s League. They couldn’t let us in because of Covid. We asked for a young dog for the boys. They brought out a few dogs and the boys liked this dog. He is beautiful, very sweet, kind.”

“Too beautiful to be in the pound,” Blane said.

“So there has to be a catch?” Heather asked.

“There just usually is,” Blane said. “You don’t think that your friend Loki set us up?”

“Loki?” Heather shook her head. “Loki hates dogs.”

“Exactly,” Blane said with a grin.

“You’re not making any sense,” Heather said.

Blane scowled at her, and she smiled back.

“What?” Heather asked. “We talked about it. Everyone said that they trusted me to pick a nice dog. This is a very nice dog. He’s even nice to Jeraine, who is not very comfortable around dogs. He’s less than a year old. He’s fixed. He is potty trained. He’s great.”

“What did they say his background was?” he asked. “Where he came from?”

He gave her a plate with eggs, spinach, and bagel.

“You know who we could ask. . .” Blane said.

“No,” Heather said. “He’s gone away with the others. There’s no need to. . .”

“Did someone call my name?” Ares, the God of War appeared in their kitchen.

Ares wore his “in-the-house” armor with sandals on his feet. His brown curly hair was long and a little wild. There were colorful flecks of paint throughout his hair. He held an oil paint brush in his paint stained hand. He actually smelled like he’d had a bath in the last month, which was a vast improvement over any other time they’d seen him.

“This is our new home,” Heather said to her grandfather. “And no one called you. Go away.”

“Yes, but your lovely partner. . .” Ares said. “Say — where is that hunky Templar?”

“At work,” Heather said. “No one called you.”

“But. . .” Ares said. “Your beloved husband has a question. Since I’m here. . .”

Heather’s eyes shot daggers at Blane, who shrugged.

“He is here now,” Blane said.

Shaking her head, Heather rolled her eyes at him.

“We’re wondering if this dog is the God Anubis,” Blane said.

Ares turned in place until his eyes fell upon the dog. For a moment, the dog and the Greek God seemed to take the measure of each other.

“That is an excellent question,” Ares said. “I heard that your Templar met a gorgon or three.”

Ares gave them a wide grin.

“They are wildly powerful,” Ares said. “Good fun too, if you catch them when they aren’t angry — which I admit is rare since the whole Medusa thing.”

“Dog,” Heather said.

“That is a dog,” Ares said. “I just saw Hynos and Thantos. They would never become dogs.”

“Anubis?” Blane asked.

“You know that we’re all the same, right?” Ares asked. “Different cultures. Different times. Same gods, different names.”

Shaking her head, Heather groaned.

“He doesn’t want a lecture,” Heather said.

“It’s nice to see you, grandfather,” Ares said. “I’m so glad that you are weathering this modern pandemic so well. Are you painting?”

Ares pointed to his cheek. Shaking her head, Heather got up. She kissed her grandfather’s cheek.

“How about you?” Ares asked raising his eyebrows.

“No,” Heather said. “You cannot seduce the men in my life.”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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