"And maybe the wish to finish family completely by beginning one of my own. Not good reasons I know."
"No. Keeping Peggy from seeing him—"
"Okay, it was spiteful. I'll grant you that one."
"Quite unseemly for a goddess."
"Okay…I suppose so. Still, realistically a bad family continues its stranglehold on the errant child unless she brings closure on it by making her own family. That is just the way it is. Anyhow, I attempted to fulfill my duties to the world. I gave birth to a child and put him into an isolated area of a small town to bring his formative years in harmony with classical music and non-violent fables. But he was a child of impetus and not reflection. Born in the Gulf War, the year of truculence, by his seventh year he had beaten up some red headed girl for kissing him on the merry-go-round and had beaten the shit out of some little fuck who made a crude comment about me casting spells on men and eating their piss. School sucked him up to make him a member of truculent society. Ball competition was preferred over looking at the uniqueness of every blade of grass. What could I do? I did my best considering the fact that I prioritized my own continuing evolvement."
"And what did you learn that was so instrumental to your personal development?"
"I learned to play a shokohachi, a Japanese musical instrument." She chuckled embarrassingly.
"Your mouth always did like to go down on long instruments. Anything else?"
"I became a lesbian briefly."
"That's right. Hilda was her name. When did you last communicate with her?"