Off Limits

Leila

“Exactly like a used car salesman,” he said with a small laugh. “What about you? Why Greek mythology? That seems like a very specific course of study.”

I shrugged. “I suppose it is. I can’t say specifically what brought me to the Greeks, but I was also interested in the idea. I read some Shakespeare and his stories intrigued me. I loved the idea of this world of gods and goddesses doing things that normal people do.”

He smiled, nodding his head. “Do you like fantasy?”

“Like dragons and Lord of the Rings stuff? No. I don’t think of the Greek gods as fantasy. I think of them as history.”

He looked surprised. “So, you believe in it all?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know that I don’t believe in it. I think you have to wonder where the stories came from. Every myth stems from something. What sparked the stories? And it is so elaborate. It would have taken a mastermind to just make up this whole world of people and give them each a story.”

He looked thoughtful. “Isn’t that what fiction is ma