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moments, she realized that she, herself, had never really grieved, never really come to terms with the loss of a best friend.
    And then, in the blink of an eye, she became angry. Not quite as angry as she’d been with Hera, but very close.
    â€œHow dare you!” she screamed at Homer, startling him.
    Dido was on the move.
    â€œStay back, boy!”
    Dido backtracked and sat, tensed, over Iole. Pandy glared at Homer.
    â€œYou blame me ? You think I let her do that? You think I wanted my best friend to die? It was always going to be me , Homer. Always! I was the one! I let the rest of you speak because that’s … that’s what a good leader does. And I was … I am trying to be a good—”
    â€œOh, yeah, you’re good, all right,” he started.
    Pandy took a swing and landed a blow on his arm, which caused her hand a great deal of pain.
    â€œSHUT UP!”
    Homer did.
    â€œYou think you’re the only one who loved her? Huh? We—Iole and me—we loved her a long time before you even knew she was a living, breathing person. We had her first! And we had her best …”
    She was breathing so hard that she was beginning to lose her air, and her head was getting light.
    â€œWell, you didn’t have a whole future with her ahead of you!” Homer screamed back at her.
    â€œLike Hades we didn’t!” she panted. “You think she was gonna give us up and run away with you when she got older? FAT LEMONS!”
    â€œStop it,” came Iole’s voice across the sand, too weak to even be acknowledged.
    â€œAs a matter of fact, I do!” Homer cried. “You think she wasn’t gonna grow up?”
    â€œOf course she was gonna grow up, you clod! We all are, but just because you love somebody else doesn’t mean you give up your friends!” Pandy spat back.
    â€œWhy don’t you just do the only thing you do really well and set me on fire! Then I can join her!” Homer yelled.
    â€œStop it!” Iole shrieked.
    â€œMaybe I will!” Pandy said, the energy leaving her voice. Then her lightheadedness turned into dizziness, and she pitched forward as Homer caught her.
    Then Iole mustered every ounce of strength she still had and let out a long, pitiful scream as Dido, panicked, spun in a circle.
    â€œOh Gods,” Pandy mumbled as Homer carried her quickly to Iole.
    Iole lay with a line of sweat beaded across her forehead, her hands absently clawing at the sand.
    â€œI’m okay. Put me down. Put me down,” Pandy said, her head clearing a bit as Homer stood her upright.
    â€œFor Hermes’ sake,” Iole whispered, her eyes still closed. “For anyone’s sake. For Alcie’s sake. Both of you, stop .”
    â€œIole, don’t try to—,” Homer began.
    â€œBe silent, Homer,” she said. Each word was a struggle, and only every third or fourth was audible. “You too, Pandy. Gods, Alcie … spitting at the two of … she were here now.… loved her and we all … miss her. No one … monopoly. Homer … not Pandy’s fault. You know … because … knew Alcie.… enough to know … was a perfect Alcie thing … she did. Desist …”
    She fell into a cough that lasted several seconds.
    â€œCan’t you appreciate? … comprehend? If … at each other like this … no point in going on. And we promised Alcie … Don’t … both understand? We’re all we’ve got!”
    Homer and Pandy were silent. Then Homer turned away, pounding one fist into the other hand, again and again. Pandy saw his shoulders heave and when he began to turn around, she was certain that it would be to blast her again with another reproach. But his big, beautiful face was scrunched tight and overrun with tears. His mouth was open and slack.
    â€œI’m … I’m sorry,” he said, staring at the sand, shaking his head back and