Hippolyta learned of her daughter’s first love, separated from her almost immediately by an ocean and the better part of two continents, killed just...scant weeks later before she ever saw him again. But she never learned more about her daughter’s mysterious new God-slash-Lover.They exchanged story upon story of victory, of defeat, of survival, of fallen comrades. They learned how alike and how different they were, both in ways they never would have imagined.Evenings were spent with Kalliope and. .uh...how are you doing? Are you... going to be....home at 7:30 or later?" I am doing just fine. Are you okay? You sound kind of winded. I should be home by 7:30 as I was just starting to close up for the night. How was your day?"She still sounded like she had run a marathon. "Good...good. I am doing great. Oh oh...I went out to the mall and made a new friend. We did a little shopping and I bought you a little something. Did...uh...anything...uh...interesting happen at work today?"I "Nothing. It's a confusing mess but we're going to have to find some way to sort it all out so that we can live together in peace. I need your help. We certainly can't remain 'us' and 'them'."My little speech fell on sympathetic ears. It didn't resolve our immediate problem, but it did put everyone on the same page. The question however was still what to do about Tilly. Rebecca said she'd speak to her privately. She hoped to resolve it on her own. My mother had an idea that she wanted to try. She didn't. Jim was a good sport and evenenjoyed the good-natured kidding; he bristled inside at some of themeaner and nastier stuff. The bag was very practical and handy and fora busy guy who had to have lots of things readily at hand it paid off.Jim carried a wallet, his cell phone, check book, a PDA and some pens.If Jim tried to cram all that into his pants pockets he would beuncomfortable and lumpy. The bag had become a given with Jim and healways had it with him.Jim was dating Kathy; even Kathy had.