Chapter Four- Catty's Conscience
The three-quarter moon flashed yellowly in the smog-frosted sky. Inside, the four were in deep discussion. Well, as deep as it gets when you're sixteen and nail polish is involved.
"Where is she now?" Serena probed Vanessa.
"At my house, helping my mom."
"I don't know," Jimena shook her head, "her history...what you said she does...that sounds like black magic to me."
"Jimena where is your sense of adventure? It's usually near at hand," Catty teased.
"And there is no black and white! We're goddesses not witches," Vanessa piped up. Jimena grumbled, "Same difference sometimes, chicas."
"Plus," Catty added, "if you looked at it that way, then what I do would be black magic."
"Why?"
"I usually do it to meet my needs. On a whim- it's fun. But it's not always to help others and I guess that's manipulating the system."
"But it's gotten us out of a lot of snags, girl," Jimena smiled. Vanessa rolled her eyes, "And caused nausea."
Catty could see she was getting somewhere whether Jimena knew it or not, what was with her lately? "Exactly and I bet Noona will be able to help us too!" she concluded.
"You guys wanna stay over here tonight?" Serena asked, putting away her tarot cards that she had simply looked through. They all nodded and proceeded in calling their mothers. Catty thought that it was interesting that they all had unique parent-child relationships with women and not with men. Maybe if had been meant to be the other way around they would have been the daughters of the sun. Were there sons of the sun? No way, too corny, the gods are smarter than that she thought, and giggled to herself.
Catty glanced over at Jimena who had just hung up the phone from calling her grandmother. She looked ready to fall asleep already.
