When I was a little girl, my father told me the story of the original Hades and Persephone. My heart swelled with sympathy when I thought of him in the Underworld by himself, and I hugged my stuffed bunny and came close to tears. “Poor Hades,” I sighed. Dad wasn’t impressed. “No, no, Sephy, you’re missing the point. He kidnapped her. We don’t kidnap people. It’s not nice.”
