WHEN HERA got home, her son is already asleep and Mary was waiting for her in their small living room.

Hera could feel the tiredness of her first day at work when she threw herself on the sofa and rested her head on the headrest as she massages her temple, and closes her eyes.

“Tiring?” Mary asked as she handed over the glass of water she got when Hera arrived.

“Not really,” she just answered as she remained in her position.

Mary sat across her. “So…”

“Hmmm…” Hera groaned.

“Have you seen him?”

Hera’s brows furrowed. She opened her eyes and sat properly. “Him? Who?”

Mary rolled her eyes. “Duh!...