thirty-two. Egypt was the best medicine. She imagined if one of the Greek gods went home to Greece or a Shinto deity to Japan, they would understand as well. No matter the changes in religion and the development that made it more modern than anything she recalled from her time long ago, it was still home.
She broke away from Isis infrequently but when she did it was usually to pay visits to relations in the country. She caught up on news, delivered some and silently endured the reminders she wasn't getting younger and should marry, have children. She allowed it, never minding as it was something she expected. It was strictly out of old-fashion concern and was it so bad to just let them say what they wanted as long as it remained words? Nephthys had her own place in New York, a good job and other freedoms. Her parents were laid-back, rarely interfering with her life and often only calling on holidays, birthdays and to tell her where they were off to next in the world. Words would remain just words. She could give them her patience then return to what was hers.
Maybe this weekend she'd send out a few messages to her pantheon back home. But she wanted this peace and quiet right now. And maybe some ignorance as to whether more fingers had gone missing and if someone had shoved a ruler or worse down his cast.