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When I’m too distracted for music, that is a very sad thing.
Amos clapped his hands. “Khufu!” I thought he’d sneezed, because Khufu is a weird name, but then a little dude about three feet tall with gold fur and a purple shirt came clambering down the stairs. It took me a second to realize it was a baboon wearing an L.A. Lakers jersey.
“A goddess named Nut? Is her last name Case?”
“Child of Nut,” I snickered. “Sorry, go on.”
OUR BABOON WAS GOING completely sky goddess—which is to say, nuts.
One guy in a business suit walked past with a black leopard on a leash, as if that were completely normal.
I was on my own. No you’re not, said a voice inside me. Great, I thought. I’m on my own and going crazy.
On the next block, we almost got killed by an old woman driving a Cadillac out of a church parking lot. Bast swerved and honked her horn, and the woman just smiled and waved. Southern hospitality, I suppose.
Of course I’m Thoth. Also called Djehuti. Also called—” I stifled a laugh. “Ja-hooty?”
