Bab 179: Chapter 179: Isis Interference

Didn't take long for me to make assumptions and connections tied up in a pretty, Egyptian bow and come up with my mother.

"That's why Isis told her." I hit myself in the forehead with the palm of my hand, fighting the urge to smack myself again because it wasn't doing any good.

Chaos disagreed, suggesting perhaps if I did hit harder I might knock some sense into myself but that was only a thought she'd had and I should do as I liked.

You know what? I think I preferred it when she hadn't yet figured out how to talk to me.

Talk back to me. Big difference.

Tulip waited, Seth, too, and I realized I hadn't explained my thought process, stuck in the loop that was my internal conversation with what amounted to myself, ultimately. Great, just freaking great. Chaos really had to stop interrupting before everyone around me really started to think I'd lost my mind.

No response from the Chaos gallery of her idea of hilarity, huh? Good on her.