“I am discovering something odd.” Odelia was sipping a cup of tea in our living room that afternoon, and mom sat in front of her with wide, compelled eyes. She put her tea down on the coffee table and said, “He has a strong belief for this theory. A mythological creature.”
“A creature?” mom repeated in fascination. For a few weeks now, I had noticed that mom’s respect for Odelia had grown dramatically. Odelia came back with progressive results every time she had an appointment with dad.
“Of some sort,” Odelia said, her lips tugging down into a frown. “He wouldn’t explain further about any details of the creature. I believe he’s a mythologist.” No, he wasn’t a mythologist. He was something else.
“Is it a mythological creature or a random, fantastical one?” I asked. Odelia hesitated, her
