Interlude One Page 10
The true identity of the mystery ornament on the cover page: revealed! (And yes, that’s Sparrow’s mom.)
Winter Solstice, 1982: Northern California
Woman: The darkest night of the year’s at the threshold. Open now the door, and honor the darkness . . .
Phone: Sharon? It’s your mother, dear. Are you there?
Woman: No, no, go on and answer it. I’m sure the Goddess can wait.
Mom, is anything wrong?
Phone: Can’t a mother just want to hear her little girl’s voice?
Sharon: What, now? It’s not your birthday, it’s not one of the high holy days . . . or even the not-so-high sorta-holy days . . .
Phone: Wiccans don’t celebrate those! I did my research, young lady!
Sharon: True, but–
Phone: So you can’t even take time out of your honoring the Goddess on the Solstice to honor the woman who gave you life?
Sharon: Once a Jewish mother, always a Jewish mother.
Phone: And when is that lesbian separatist coven of yours going to give me some grandchildren, hmmm?