Not About Me

"Come now, husband." Madonna said. "You must have at least suspected that I'm not the only one who hates you."

"You hate all mortal creatures."

"Not kittens." she said, bitterly. "Kismet is right about those vermin. Their cuteness is a power unto itself. Maybe puppies, I'm not certain about them."

"Hell hounds are well known." I said. "Nobody speaks much about hell cats."

"The population of hell cats never properly recovered after the last tangle with the Fae Courts." she said. "Or else something else. They exist, and none of that belittles you, so we must have gotten off topic somehow. I blame you."

I shrugged, "So does Gamilla, and for so much."

"Shall I give you a lecture on every way you've ever failed me?"

"Go ahead." I said.

"What?"

"It's better than letting it fester in secret." I said.