Chapter 60

Sunlight filled the garden, a bright puddle of brilliance illuminating the shadows, enhancing the vibrant greenery all around.

In the center of the lushness sat a table with two chairs, the ornate metal kind, painted white. Sitting at the table, an elegant woman with her blouse buttoned high on her neck, and her skirt long enough that even sitting he didn't see her ankles. Gray hair was coiled at her nape.

He peered around. "Where am I?"

"The hanging gardens of Babylonia. I helped design them, you know. Not that anyone ever gave me credit." The woman's voice was monotone even if her words expressed disgruntlement.

"Who are you?" Chris took a step forward, prickled by curiosity.

"What a silly question, child. Who do you think I am?"

He could think of one person, but he'd never seen her face. Never actually met her. "It can't be you."

"Don't speak to me of can't. There is no such thing as can't. Sit down."