[Thoth hadn’t been awful to deal with. No. He had been… perfect. Her perfect amazing husband. God knew everything in her wished she could fall back in the old routine, accept that that was really her husband. Ma’at knew better. She looked at him in all his perfection and saw the little flaws, remembered that when she closed her eyes to sleep, in the morning, she would wake to an empty bed. The heartache wasn’t worth it.
So the woman was fleeing. Brian tightly held in her arms, she spent as much time outside the house as the little boy would stand – hushing and consoling him when tiredness became too strong and he wanted nothing more than rest.
The worst was how Ma’at couldn’t decide whether she wanted her husband back, mortal and by her side, or protected where he was far more than a finite creature, subjected to sickness and ill fortune. In her old age, the woman was becoming quite selfish. Oh lovely. Another reason to avoid his ghost. Last thing she needed was to have a very personal conversation with herself about how human she was becoming.
“Mom? Can we…?”
“We’re going home right now, sugar.” Ma’at kissed the boy’s forehead and sighed. Time to face the music again.]