Interim Goddess of Love

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Author: Mina V. Esguerra
I were talking about something."
    " That's interesting. What were we talking about?"
    " I'm not sure, it was just the middle of a conversation. A guy named Aman. I was asking you for help with something?"
    He looked genuinely surprised by this. "That's a memory, but it isn't yours."
    I could still remember how my hand felt in his. "Is it Original Goddess?"
    He looked like he was trying to guess my reaction, or read my mind, and said, "Maybe."
    " Should I be worried?"
    Quin squeezed the ball of clay and shook his head. "No. It just means I'm right. You are going to be a great goddess."
     

    You know what, I wasn't sure what my powers were, either.
    When I asked Quin that question, he sort of just nodded and said that I would be able to do "what the project required" and then closed the topic. I joked about projects that required flying and X-ray vision, and he must have tried very hard not to laugh.
    But maybe along the way I had picked up the Power to Hitch A Ride, because I pretty much just walked up to Carson, a guy I 'd never met personally, asked for a ride home, and he said yes.
    Ford River did not have its own dorms, and since it was outside of the metro, many of its students were either renting a house or apartment nearby. My own solution to this problem wasn't to rent, but to stay with my mother's sister who lived about five minutes away (twenty if I walked), about two subdivisions down the same main road.
    Carson 's car was nice. European, rare in these parts. He actually still lived in Metro Manila, at one of the nicer villages at the edge of the city, plus he had this car so he didn't mind the drive every day. Definitely RK.
    I should explain th at. "RK" was a term only "SK," Scholarship Kids, used. It was no way an official group or designation or anything.
    Because of Ford River's steep tuition and reputation for having some exceptionally good programs, the student population had become divided into roughly two main groups: Scholarship Kids, like me, and the Rich Kids, like Kathy and Carson. To my knowledge the RKs didn't know they were being called that, because only the SKs were hung up on the difference. The school was aware of this divide but didn't encourage it. We had our prep school uniforms only on Monday and designated special days, and from Tuesday to Friday were subjected to a dress code that allowed for some "freedom to be you" but not to "be a showoff." Still, it was surprisingly easy to tell a cheap pair of shoes apart from an expensive one.
    So, sitting in Carson 's expensive car, I was very aware of which side he was on.
    I tried not to let it get to me. I was a goddess now, after all.
    " …it's just a matter of finding the file and printing it," I was saying.
    " Could you?" Carson said. "Sorry for the bother, but I really think it would help, for some reason."
    Doubt. That's what Carson had. It was a bit difficult to identify at first, but then it sort of enveloped me like a fog (I could practically see it) in his car. I picked up on it after sitting in it for a minute.
    During our small talk on the way to the parking lot, I mentioned that I worked at the Guidance Office. The same one that gave him the personality test? Yes, I said. Carson lost his copy of the results, and was hoping he could have a new one. I said sure, it was just a matter of me going back there and printing a new copy of his result file.
    " I just want to know if I'm still me," he said.
    " That's weird," I said. "I don't think people can just transform into something else overnight."
    I wasn 't just imagining it -- his doubt was the fog in the car, and it looked like I was the only one who could see it.
    " She said I changed," he told me.
    " Who said you changed?" I asked, as if I didn't know.
     
    …He had been with Martha , the ex-girlfriend, since high school. Carson was from a family of state university alumni -- his father, all his uncles, his two older siblings, and four out of six cousins. He went to Ford River only
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