Chapter 102: Pandora's Jar

MY FOURTH GRADE TEACHER had been a fan of Greek mythology and he'd told us many of their stories.

"I think so," I said, trying to mentally calculate how long this conversation needed to be to convince Dad we'd had our little heart-to-heart conversation. "It has something to do with curiosity, right?"

"You're correct, Tru. It starts out as an origin story, explaining how humans came to this earth."

I picked at my nails absently. "Like Adam and Eve?"

"Yes, but unlike Christians, the Greeks believed in many gods. Pandora's box was originally called Pandora's jar, but somewhere down the line of storytellers it changed."

Despite my reluctance, I found that tidbit of information fascinating.

"It could have been something similar to your mother's jar," she said. "I have one like it in my office at school. I guess your mother and I had a common interest. You're welcome to stop by if you'd like to see it," she invited, but I refused to take the bait and remained silent.

"Anyway, I'm su