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with her hand. She looked around to see a room around her and a bed; she gripped at the sheets and looked side to side. This time noticing a woman sitting beside her to the right, alarmed, Rebecca scooted up and leaned on the headrest.
    The woman gradually became distinct: she had long flowing, fire red hair with eyes to match and a red dress. Red. Red. Red. Red. . . It almost made Rebecca want to vomit, and so, she groaned some more.
    “Finally.”
    “Huh?”
    “You’re awake.”
    “Eh?”
    The woman bolted up, a clipboard in hand. “There are many things to do.”
    “Okay. . .”
    “You are impeding that.”
    “I—What. . .?”
    “You seem alive. What do you have to trade for this place? Hermes said you would have something invaluable to trade.”
    Rebecca let out a soft moan. “Ah, my head. . .” Trying to remember what got her in this strange place and bed and in front of this woman and her incessant questioning, she said to herself in wonderment, “I have. . . I have a headache.”
    The woman gazed at her. “Hmmm. That will have to due.” Suddenly, Rebecca’s headache vanished. “I will see you in a year if I don’t see you before then.”
    “Uh. . .?”
    “You will need a new item to trade to keep the place for another year after.”
    And the woman left, Rebecca would find out later that she had just met Hestia and was the first tenant in her newest thirty unit complex.
    It had been the first trade Hestia had accepted.

I DON’T HAVE A HEADACHE?
    Rebecca dozed off after Hestia left. She only got in a few winks before she bolted up. She had many questions. The list went as follows:
      Where am I?
    What am I doing here?
    Who hit me?
    Did I get hit?
    Why would they hit me?
    Who was that red headed skank?
    Was that a dream?
    Could the past day be a dream?
    Did I really trade a place for a headache?
    Why do I feel so refreshed?
    I don’t have a headache?
    How come I don’t have a headache?
    Did I see an erect horse penis on a man?
    Really?
    Did I?
    A mule?
    The questions cycled and repeated themselves in her head. Rebecca rubbed her hands then felt around the red silk sheets below her. She looked around to see red pillows, red walls, and an abstract painting that had red streaks over the canvas. This, above all else, confirmed that the red headed skank was a real person—a goddess, perhaps.

LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL
    Rebecca never understood the saying, “like a bat out of hell,” until this particular morning.
    She leapt off the bed and felt surprisingly spry given her ordeal. The bedroom led to a ruby colored hallway with a mysterious sparkle. Rebecca made no special note of it.
    Had she known better, she may have used a sharp object to chip away at the hallways. They walls were comprised of real rubies, after all.
    She rushed into the living room where the walls were a lipstick red with a fireplace in the middle and marble outlining it. It was spacious, and besides the color, Rebecca thought quite lovely. She dashed over to the kitchen to find a granite countertop that looked as if lava ran through its veins. The appliances were stainless steel and pristine.
    Once again, had Rebecca known, she would’ve been very careful. There was actual lava running through that countertop, and to chip it, would turn her hand into ash, and most likely, her entire body.
    She went to the fridge, opened it, didn’t really look inside and shut it. She slammed both her fists on the refrigerator door, turned around, leaned on the fridge and slid down to the gray marble floor dotted with red specs.
    Nothing out of the ordinary there.
    She let out a big sigh and put her face in her hands, sobbing a little.
    It was all unbelievably sad to her. This place was the best apartment she had ever stumbled upon—aside from the color—and she couldn’t stay, she had to go.
    Rebecca sprang up from the fridge, wiped any stray tears from her face, sprinted back to the bedroom, realized she had no belongings here