"Thank you for coming, Ms. Nikolaus. Now, before we start, and I'm sure you're quite tired of hearing this, but are those--"

I sighed. "Yes, these are horns, and no, I'm not a demon, and yes, I can prove it." I took a small cross out of my pocket and held it in my hand, keeping my palm open so Mrs. Wilder could see that my flesh wasn't smoking or anything like that. I put the cross back in my pocket as a now satisfied Mrs. Wilder said, "So if you're not a demon, then what are you?"

"Does the name Pasiphae mean anything to you?" Mrs. Wilder shook her head. "Well, maybe this'll ring a bell: Queen Pasiphae is enchanted to fall in love with a bull and sire a child with him that is both human and bull. Said child is thrown into a sprawling maze of a prison called the Labyrinth by the furious King Minos. This sounding familiar yet?"

Mrs. Wilder went wide eyed. "Oh my word, you're the minotaur?"

"Yup. And let me tell you, that story has been fudged like you would not believe."

Mrs. Wilder settled back in her chair. "Well, now I'm intrigued. Keep going."

"Really? Uh, okay. Well, first of all, my mom wasn't affected by any spell, my dad was--he's the giant shaggy monster you see in all those depictions. And that's another thing: my dad kept the temperament of a properly treated cow, so he's nothing like how all the art made him look. He and my mom have actually had a very happy marriage."

Mrs. Wilder smiled. "Oh, well that's just lovely. Sounds a lot like me and my wife."

I did a double take at what she said. "Your wife? I thought you were--"

"Whatever your answer's going to be, let me tell you upfront that I've heard it a lot. But yes, I'm bisexual and married to a woman. It was love at first sight when I met her on my trip to India. Took us a while to find a Hindu priest that would marry us, but we got there eventually."

"You're wife's a Hinduist?"

Mrs. Wilder pulled a necklace from behind the cover of her shirt, revealing an image of a six-armed woman. "We both are. I converted before I met her."

I settled back into my chair. "Huh. Did not expect that."

Mrs. Wilder let out a chuckle. "Nobody ever does. Now, we're wildly off-topic, so let's get back to the interview, shall we?"

"Right, right, of course!"

Thirty minutes later, I walked out of Mrs. Wilder's office, looking forward to my first shift the following Monday.