Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Polytheistically Speaking
I didn't realize that I was speaking polytheistically until I'd already said it.
“How it is out there?” asked the clerk, as she rang up my bottle of water and bag of ice.
I shook my head. “They say it's going to get worse.”
Conversations of this banality this go on between strangers in the Midwest every day, especially when it's hot and muggy.
She bagged up my things, smiling apologetically.
“Guess there's nothing we can do about it.”
I pick up the bag, smiling back.
“We'll take what they give us,” I say.
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