First message
for 20 years she has lived without you and helped your father rule Ithaca. She raised your son alone; stayed faithful even though there were rumors that you had taken concubines in the war against Troy. Now you stand before her covered in the blood of all the suitors. She takes in the nicks and bruises, the blood streaked grey hair, the wrinkles that weren’t there last time she saw you. She whispers softly, the sound barely audible Odysseus… is that really you?