Chapter 33

“It did, Otto.”

“Good.”

“I apologize for startling you,” Artemis said.

“No worries, Artemis.” I shifted some. “It’s not like my heart can stop again.”

“Putting myself in your path with nary a way to warn you was inconsiderate.”

His speaking had always sounded as smooth as the yogurt from his country of origin to me, and he did, in fact, smell of both incense and cigarette smoke. Up so close, I was also getting marijuana?

“No. It’s…it’s my fault for not watching where I was going.” Knowing the Thracians, who inhabited the northern part of Greece, among other locales, favored the use of cannabis in ancient times, imagining Artemis partaking was not difficult.

“It is hard to watch for obstacles one cannot see, Otto.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t know I’d be coming this way. I didn’t even know.” Artemis was still cuddly. “How about I get off you, now? That’d be good, huh?”

“As long as you are able to move.”