Veldona and Shemrael 4
‘Callodyn. Ha. That’s rich. He’s as cool as a dickhead with a dick up his ass. He sucks,’ said Kayella.
‘Is that right?’ Veldona asked Kayella.
‘Secretly, his ego is phenomenal. He think’s he is the font of all wisdom, and that no truth exists apart from the truths of Callodyn. The all-knowing one. The all wise one. Believe me, I like to go torment him and tell him I care, but when I am out of his company, boy, it is a relief. He is dirty, messy, horrible dresser, and has no style. He bores me, really. Thinks it all in some sort of schizo madness world instead of traditional society. If ever conformed to a regular lifestyle after all the laughing madness, I might have some time for him. But until he grows up, no, I don’t think so.’
‘The beautiful butterfly could emerge from the cocoon one day,’ suggested Veldona.
‘His cocoon is his safety shell. He never leaves it. The private domain of spiritual strongholds of the Noahide world. They venture not far from it, for the wrath of church would be indeed upon them, believe me. And they know it. No, he is too chicken to be a man. He shan’t stray to church world ever again. An occasional visit I would be for him, to keep faith with my twin, but after that I’m glad when he’s gone.’
‘Right,’ replied Veldona. ‘Probably true.’
‘Definitely true,’ said Kayella.
Shemrael put down her cards. She was playing solitaire, and looked at Kayella. ‘Apply for a new twin. Suggest to God he officially pair you up with someone more appropriate. Would probably work for the best in the end. Nobody cares about the original historical lineup anyway. It doesn’t work in reality.’
‘Brilliant. I’ll do that,’ said Kayella. ‘I’ll go for my husband.’
A few months later Kayella had filled out some official forms at Zaphon, registered them with the overseer, which was required for a Cherubim, and she was now officially relieved of responsibilities with Callodyn, and could twin with her husband. The war of hearts was over.
The End