You want that?”
I hesitated before answering, but finally I did. How old are you?”
“18,” I answered quickly. Now let down your hair and put on my clothes! Lie on the threshold, hold the dagger I gave you in your hand, and don’t let anyone in. The legends say you’re the daughter of Zeus.”
“Daughter of Zeus,” Helen snorted scornfully. Is that okay with you?”
I was too shy and afraid that my voice would be too hoarse if I answered, so I just nodded my head in agreement. Indeed, Helen was beautiful, but she had a cold stare and for a moment, I felt like an insect under a naturalist’s magnifying glass. We’ll send you back and that’s that!”
Helen’s smile deepened. I think I’m prettier than her and then, after all, I’m the original and she’s just a copy.”
I prefer not to answer, because I know how such a discussion would end, so I want to warn you like I have been trying to do since the very first words: be careful what you wish for because you might
