I feel just awful for her,” Venus said, gazing after the woman who had let out the tremendous belch.“She has extraordinarily bad hair,” Persephone said.“It’s not that bad. It’s just thick and curly and she hasn’t managed it properly.”“Please. It’s frizzy and awful. And what about those clothes?” Persephone shuddered. “Why any woman would wear baggy sweatpants and that horrid appliquéd shirt I’ll never know.”“She just needs some help.” Venus sipped her martini, then her eyes widened. “You know, I could help her!”“What are you talking about?”“That poor mortal with the bad hair. I could help her.” Venus nodded enthusiastically, talking quickly over Persephone’s protestations. “I adore this realm, I mean city,” she corrected herself. “It’s so much less depressing and banal than say, Troy.” She rolled her violet eyes. “I believe it would be exhilarating to make a mortal my own special project.”“That’s called community service here, and I can put you in touch with the downtown YWCA if you want to help the general populace—”
