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Geeta exited the Bank of Montreal building, striding quickly for Bay Street, and then north, heading for the Starbucks at Queen and Bay. Almost five years had passed since her basement encounter with Raj and his deceased friends. She was almost twenty-two now. She'd grown one more inch and stopped at 5'9", and in her heels, she was a stunning sight. She was nearing the end of her studies, in the last year of her business degree at the University of Toronto, and in the co-op phase, and so she was working part-time. Investment banking was all she had hoped it would be, and she already had a job waiting for her with her present employer when she graduated.
It was early June, the cold winter and cool, wet spring finally over - summer had unequivocally arrived in Toronto. She strode rapidly through the crowds, and so accustomed was she to the appreciative looks from men that she had long stopped noticing them, in the same way that a person will soon cease to hear a noise in the background if it remains steady. Soon she saw the Starbucks ahead of her, with Ilena already occupying one of the tables outside on the sidewalk. Facing Ilena with her back to Geeta was a blond woman. As Geeta arrived, Ilena stood and the two women hugged.
"Geeta, we have a surprise guest with us," said Ilena. It was only then that Geeta realized that the blond woman was none other than Calista, the Hataera Superior of the Cyprian temple which Geeta had from time-to-time been permitted to visit.
Deeply impressed at the unexpected honour, Geeta bowed and kissed Calista's proffered hand, expressing her happiness at seeing the superior once more. At Calista's invitation, Geeta took a seat next to Ilena. Calistaenquired about Geeta's well-being and recent events in her life, and Geeta filled her in on the latest.
"It's been far too long since you were last with us at the temple," said Calista. "I know our calling is not yours, but I do assure you that all the hataerae miss you just as much as I do." Geeta expressed similar sentiments, along with hope that the goddess might allow her to visit again soon.
"Perhaps," said Aphrodite, as usual joining the conversation in mid-sentence, suddenly appearing in the chair to Calista's left, across the table from Ilena and Geeta. All three mortals began to kneel, but the goddess stopped them.
"Do be seated, ladies" said the goddess. "Now Ilena, how is your family?"
"My family is just fine, Goddess, it's so kind of you to ask." With Aphrodite's encouragement, Ilena gave more details of the development of her little ones. After the goddess had taken Ilena home the night of the unfortunate parking garage incident, she'd honoured the woman by talking with her about her personal life. Ilena explained that in her haste to advance herself in her chosen profession, she'd sadly neglected her personal life. She was then in her mid-thirties, with no husband in sight. Aphrodite advised Ilena that she would meet her husband-to-be the next day. She was married the next month, and now had two small children, and lived a life of almost inexpressible happiness.
Then the goddess turned to Geeta, and bade the young beauty account for her recent comings and goings. After filling the goddess in on the latest, Geeta asked whether she might get the goddess a coffee.
"Yes, thank you Geeta. A cappuccino, of course."
"Of course, Foam-arisen one," replied Geeta immediately, using the anglicized version of 'Aphrodite'. By now Geeta had been around the goddess enough that she could engage in humour of this sort, but of course she had to be careful, and she knelt as she replied to the goddess, tempering with a demonstration of respect her amusing reply to the goddess's equally amusing remark. The patrons at the other tables observed this exchange without understanding it, of course. But somehow it did not seem unnatural that the three very beautiful young woman were showing such deference to the younger and even more beautiful woman seated with them. Perhaps she was royalty of some kind.
One observer was a young man seated inside the Starbucks, staring out onto the sidewalk where Aphrodite held court. His cell phone kept vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it - or rather, did not even notice it. He had eyes only for the impossibly beautiful woman with the long, rich, flowing black hair, the eyes that even from some distance away were a very clear green. He stared unabashedly, drinking in the image of this woman. His mind only barely registered Geeta's departure from the table. Then suddenly the object of his attention looked directly at him, and feelingembarrassed at being discovered, he quickly averted his gaze. He saw the woman's young Indian companion enter the Starbucks, and he got of his stool, waiting near the counter where the girl would have to go to put sugar in the coffee. After an interminable two-minute wait, the young man was rewarded when Geeta approached the counter. Aphrodite liked lots of sugar, and Geeta had begun to pour several packets into the coffee and stir, when suddenly the young man addressed her.
His speech was very awkward, because truly he did not really know what he wanted to say. The thrust of it was that he begged the young woman to take her to her table, and introduce him to her companion. Geeta did not need to be told which woman the man was referring to, for when Aphrodite was present, no one could possibly take notice of any other female. Geeta knew that men determined to approach the goddess could not easily be discouraged, and so she made no attempt to do so.
"I will not introduce you. If you must be introduced, you must do it yourself." Her refusal was not spoken unkindly, and the young man took no offence. But he looked sad, and Geeta pitied him. "If you are determined, I suggest you simply pass me a note to give to the godde - to the lady you want to meet. I suggest you make sure it's extremely respectful."
Geeta hastened back to Aphrodite's table, upset that she had been delayed a trifle in her mission. She begged the goddess's pardon for the delay. Aphrodite scanned Geeta's mind, quickly ascertaining the reason.
"Do not trouble yourself, girl. It is not uncommon for men to want to approach me. Indeed, one of the reasons I display myself in public in this fashion is because the results at times are amusing." Aphrodite's capricious sense of humour could express itself in kindness and unasked-for rewards. Or, if the mood was upon her, in cruelty and unspeakable punishments. Geeta was soon to find out, for now the young man was seated at the next table, passing her a hastily-written note. Geeta handed it to Aphrodite, without of course allowing herself to see what was written. She waited expectantly to see what would happen, as did Calista and Ilena.
The note was a straight-forward enough effort. In short, simple phrases, the young man acknowledged that the beautiful recipient of his note was without question out of his league. Indeed, he could not imagine who could possibly be good enough for her, and that he entertained no romantic intentions. He had been stunned by her appearance and her manner, and asked only for amemento of some kind to mark the occasion of his having seen her - some object that she had touched, even if it were of no value - anything at all.
The goddess smiled. On occasion a mortal would be foolish enough to proposition her, but this man had intuitively sensed the gulf between him and the object of his affections. She turned to him.
"Perhaps you would like to take a photograph of me with your cell phone?"
The young man could not believe his luck. Quickly he pulled his cellphone from his pocket, fumbling it and almost dropping it in his haste. He framed the beautiful woman in the display, and then pressed the button. The camera made its artificial shutter noise, and then the man looked eagerly at the result.
"Oh I'm so sorry," he said. "Something went wrong - it didn't come out - please - I'll try again." But the second effort was no more successful than the first. He tried several more times. The camera was working, for the objects and people all around the woman were clearly visible in the picture. Yet the woman herself did not appear, although the objects behind her did. Baffled, he looked at the woman again. She began to laugh - a truly gorgeous sound.
"You wanted to take a picture of me while you were inside Starbucks. And it's perfectly legal to take pictures of anyone you want in public - you would know that, as an intellectual property lawyer, wouldn't you?" said Aphrodite. "Why did you not try to take a picture earlier?"
The young man was baffled that the women knew his profession. He replied respectfully and candidly, that he had wanted very much to take a picture, but simply did not dare - he hadn't the courage to attempt it.
"As a picture has proved impossible, I will give you a memento of another kind," said the goddess. "Geeta, pass me the man's tie clip." The man remained still as Geeta removed the rather expensive article, 18-carat gold and a gift from his parents when he started his job on Bay Street. The goddess received the clip from Geeta, and then placed it delicately on her right hand. Aphrodite then blew gently on it, and passed it back to Geeta, who in turn gave it back to the young man.
In his hand was a miniature golden image of the unspeakably beautiful woman before him. The man was not one of those fools who quickly explain away the miraculous with silly explanations, such as, "it's only a magic trick". Instead, he gladly accepted the shining image, aware now that his was in the presence of a superior being. He had noticed earlier when staring at the women from the window in Starbucks the respectful manner in which the woman's companions deferred to her, and he adopted a similar attitude. He then bowed his head and begged the woman to tell him who she was, that he could know who had bestowed this favour on him. By this point he already knew that he was not in the presence of a mere woman, and accepted immediately the goddess's self-identification as such. He asked how he could serve her.
"That is very simple - all you need do is obey my every command, instantly. The first of these is that you return to your office, and announce that you require a year's leave of absence, for medical reasons." The goddess passed the young man a note from a medical doctor. That a document like this could be summoned from nowhere to appear in the goddess's hand surprised the man not at all. "This may help. Then return home to your condominium on Queen's Quay. I will see you there within the week." The man took the note, bowed, and practically ran in his haste to get to his office.
The goddess laughed. "My weaknesses, like my powers, are enormous - I freely confess it - my vanity is of truly Olympian proportions. Were you worried, Geeta, that the young man might meet with a less favourable response?"
"Very much so, Goddess, although I would have been less concerned if I had known how respectful he would be."
"Indeed," said the goddess, rising to her feet, her attendants getting immediately to their feet as well. "And now we are all of us off to Africa, to my temple at Botswana." At her direction the group clung to each other. Experienced in group transportation of this kind with the goddess, the women knew that their grips must be firm indeed. They moved together through the void, and soon arrived at Aphrodite's temple near Lake Ngami.
Raj laboured under the last rays of the dying sun. He had started work just before dawn, his first job that day requiring a three-mile walk to the woodlands, there to gather fallen branches for the cooking fires at the temple. He'd bundled together a very large load, and his back groaned with the weight of the burden. After delivering the wood to the kitchen, a junior hataera had given him a small bowl of thin gruel, which he'd swallowed greedily. When he'd arrived at the temple five years before, he'd been in reasonably good shape, but since then he'd lost at least twenty pounds of fat, and his body was lean and muscular. And he was always hungry. The hataera noticed the way Raj had hastily consumed his breakfast, and out of pity gave him a loaf of bread intended for breakfast tables of the women, who were only now just beginning to rise. Raj noted the woman's beauty only in an abstract way, for the lust a man his age would normally have felt was tempered by the loss of his testicles at Aprhodite's hands some years before...
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