An odyssey is a long series of wanderings. Twenty years is a very long time. Even when I was a kid I thought, “What a long trip” the O man took. To give it some perspective, going with the family for a Saturday afternoon drive, eating dinner out and coming home at night felt like a very long day. I couldn’t imagine twenty years. He could have skipped through the islands till he found his homeland, in a few days, weeks at most. Penelope, his faithful wife, was waiting for his return when everyone else assumed he was dead. Penelope was waiting, weaving and unraveling. Thinking she was a widow and available, her suitors were anxious for her to choose a new husband. She told them that when her weaving was done she’d choose. But at night, she renewed her connection to the O man by unraveling her work. They never had a chance.
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