The Cupid (On hold)

CHAPTER TWO

I got home at about 6:35PM that day, my back was sore from flying and my arms hurt. No matter how glorious they make them seem in movies wings hurt, like hell if I may add. There’s nothing so glorious about two hugely inconvenient structures, sticking out from under your back bone, made to carry the weight of your body. It’s like hanging with two ropes connected to your back muscles, for several hours; not glorious at all.

I made my way to the fridge somewhat dizzy from hours of flight and I looked in the fridge but there was nothing to eat. “Aunt Pam?” I called out “Aunt Pam!” I closed the fridge in annoyance and then I saw a note on the fridge door. It read:

 “Out with someone J (*fingers crossed*), Reunion tomorrow, the money for groceries is under the table mat, don’t wait up. –P”

Aunt Pam was one of those people who could enter heaven and still pick out the one bad person to date. She was like a dirt magnet, anything on two legs with undesirable qualities that you shouldn’t date, Aunt Pam did. She was on all the dating websites, only read the dating sections in the newspaper and was one of the only people I’d heard of who actually subscribed to ‘Fish in the sea.’ I said a little prayer in my mind that he was the one but even immediately after I did, I knew it wasn’t possible because the thing about love was that you couldn’t fall in love unless you were ready and so as problematic as the dirt bags Aunt Pam always brought home were, they weren’t the real problem, she was, I just couldn’t tell her that.

A reunion meant all the members of the supernatural committee coming together in one place. It happened once in five years and this year I was the hostess. That meant months of preparation and I had just a day and a half to do it. The thought of it made me want to retch. It meant buying food, and decorations which is not as simple as it seems; various powerful entities would be attending and so as to not put anyone down (or make anyone angry), decorations had to be done strategically. For a normal family reunion you’d just put balloons or something while for mine you’d need to put a star so as not to vex Astraeus or like a champagne decoration to please Dionysus. Now my point is, imagine putting a prop for every one of the Greek gods there are, yup, that hard.

 That wasn’t even the hardest part, there was the seating plan. You think planning the seats for a wedding with all your extended family members and their complicated differences, indifferences and preferences is hard? Imagine doing it with all the Greek gods and their twisted, complicated relationships and malice that dated about 20 centuries back, it seems virtually impossible to do right? Well I had only a day and a half to do it.

Shaken with panic, I hurried up to the table to make the seating plan with seven rolls of long B17 paper. I worked on the seating plan for about forty minutes when I developed a headache. I decided that I would go to buy groceries first.

Matthew’s was a big mall east of Abercrombie. It had a parking mall in front which was fully parked with cars. I waited to see that there was no one there before I lowered my wings and turned on my visibility. Matthew’s was referred to as the wholesale market by most of the people because you never went there just to pick up a few things, the people who shopped there were business men and women who owned their own little stores; so you can guess how out of place I looked with my denim tights, plaid shirt and flats. I tried my best not to look so conspicuously out of place and blend in with the people who wore suits and talked on the phone.

“That’s a lot.” I heard a familiar voice behind me; I looked around to see Israel in brown shorts and a blue shirt with a sly smile on his face.  “Yeah, I guess,” I said awkwardly, pushing the remote control trolley away. “You’re from California right?” he asked. “I heard those Cali girls could eat but this is sick.” I then realized that he was somehow insinuating that only I was going to eat the food which I bought for about a hundred and two Greek gods.