They said they were the priestesses of Ishtar, the ancient goddess of fertility and rebirth. They had received her request politely and gently, and they hadn’t wanted to know many details about her. They did not ask uncomfortable questions, and they did not ask anything in exchange for their services. Silvie had made out a cheque and sent it to their address but the envelope came back unopened. They outplayed her with their modesty. If they are such devoted and selfless people, then they are definitely bringing the blessing of a goddess capable and willing to help, she thought.
She led them to the little pond in the garden. They said they needed natural water for their ceremony. They had been nearby, waiting for Silvie’s message, when the s****l act finished. Silvie liked the new doctor
