Chapter Ten“You understand me. I like you a lot, Grandma Sweet Foot,” Connor said. He rested on the neurons of her mind and listened to her fey stories.
“Once upon a time, in a land far away…” she began and told him of the fox and the sour grapes, the frog who swam so hard in the cream that he made butter and escaped, the boy who cried wolf, and the clever wooden boy, Pinocchio, who morphed into a real boy because of his goodness. “These stories have a moral, Connor dear. Can you tell me what they are?”
Judi 'Sweet Foot' Williams, far away and far removed in time, pulled on Connor's spirit in ancient Greece to reject the influence of the lesbian poetess through many a darkened century of disbelief and censure. Sappho sat in Mytilene, pondering love, singing, writing odes which were to pr
