Cosmic Correspondent Kim Rogers-Gallagher has been invited to the planets'
secret hangout. She's the first astrologer to enter this starry domain,
and reports regularly on her findings there.
Café Part 15:
Saturn with Jupiter
the heavy wooden door closed behind me, I turned to the Café on my
right. The neon planets in the window were lit, and I heard a familiar
belly laugh. Uncle J, entertaining, as usual. The sign on the door
was gone, and the handle turned easily. Yep. There he was, in all
his Taurus glory. He ran over to me, just about knocking Venus off
her chair. She steadied herself, arranged her hair, and smiled. As
much as I had enjoyed Saturn's company—oddly enough—it was good to
see my Uncle. And I had a lot to tell him.
babe, how'd it go with Saturn? You need a drink?"
no." I answered, thinking about rules, limitations and the pile
of work I had sitting on my desk at home. "I've got to get back
and do some things, but I wanted to say hi—and I just have to hug
grinned and put his arms around me. He lifted me off my feet and just
about knocked the wind out of me. "You got it, babe. Any time."
He put me back on the floor and stood in front of me with his hands
on my shoulders. "Hey, you're not gonna go all serious on me,
smiled. "No—you know me better than that. But if you want to
boy." Jupiter rolled his eyes and turned to Venus. "She
even sounds like Saturn now."
then, I realized there was something "different" about Venus.
She was no longer in her pert, neat Virgo business suit. The pearls
were gone—and so was her shyness. She was dressed all in red, from
head to toe. That included red spiked high heels, red lipstick and
red fingernails. And the dress she was wearing was…well, let's say
"revealing." Even her hair was red. Wait, now, I thought.
Could this be Venus in Aries? Had I been gone that long?
stuck out her (still) well-manicured, tiny hand and shook mine, enthusiastically.
"Whassup, girlfriend? You got the Saturn blues?"
I could lower my eyebrows and answer, her Galactic cell-phone rang.
She grabbed for it, impulsively, as Jupiter grinned. "Mars? That
Definitely Venus in Aries. She crossed her legs, and I noticed a tattoo
on her ankle. It was a red heart, and had the symbols for "man"
and "woman”—otherwise known as Venus and Mars in astrology-land—entwined
within it. To my surprise, she pulled out a long cigarette, placed
it between those ruby-red lips, and glanced seductively at Jupiter,
who pulled out his cigar-lighter immediately. "Yeah, honey, I'm
here. We've got company, that's all. What time shall I pick you up?"
now, this was really something. Venus was being aggressive with Mars?
I supposed it made sense, though. If she was wearing his sign, she
was also wearing his attitude. And they were, after all, the most
ancient of lovers.
wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me to a table in the back.
"C'mon, babe, let's give the little lady some privacy."
He winked at me. "Not that she needs it much, when she's in this
kind of mood. But I want to talk to you, anyway."
sat across from Jupiter, and looked into those great, big puppy-dog
eyes. He actually looked worried—not at all like him. "What's
the matter?" I said, reaching for his hand.
pursed his lips and leaned across the table, looking right into my
eyes. "You're not gonna let this Saturn thing change you, are
ya, babe? I mean, we're a team, right? You and me."
was touched. I squeezed his hand and said, "Oh, darlin', of course
we are. And no, Saturn isn't going to 'change' me. But she did make
a couple of very good points, and I really think I should listen."
was still worried. "About what? Work and stuff?"
nodded. "And about planning for the future."
you know I'd never let you starve—dontcha? I mean, you're my girl."
He tapped his lighter on the table impatiently. “That damned Saturn.
Always putting a damper on things, with all those 'shoulds' and 'shouldn'ts'.”
I didn't answer. Suddenly, he sighed, and patted my hand, obviously
resigning himself to something. "Oh, well. I suppose there's
gotta be a happy medium, right?"
what I'm thinking," I answered.
just that sometimes Saturn gets a little too carried away with all
those nos, and he—or she, whatever—takes all the fun out of life.
This planet's a playground, honey—not a life-long job. Remember that,
I said. "But it's good to have a little security, too, you know?"
must have appealed to him, since he was wearing his quality-conscious,
materialistic Taurus outfit. He shook his head. "Yeah, you're
right. Just don't let the old Nay-sayer get you down, okay?"
tilted his head and nodded again. "Okay. So how 'bout we have
just one nice glass of red wine before you head home?"
I said. "And maybe a little dinner, too?"
that, he laughed loudly, back to his usual self. "Well, we can
have dinner, babe, but I don't know about 'a little.' Having a little
of anything isn't exactly my specialty, ya know. Hey, and you know
what? Moon's here, in the kitchen—and can that lady cook!"
Moon is here?" I asked. "Can I meet her?"
babe," he said, grabbing my hand. "Let's go find her."
walked toward the bar, just as Venus was slamming her cell-phone down
on the bar. She stuck one red-tipped hand up in the air, threw back
a shot of something, and pulled out another cigarette, turning again
to Jupiter for a light. "Mars is gonna be late. I hate it when
he's in Taurus, and I'm not. Takes him forever to get ready to do
hugged her. "Well, have dinner with us, honey, while you're waiting.
Moon's here, you know."
cell-phone rang again. She exhaled loudly, poked the "talk" button
with a vengeance, and shouted into the phone, "I don’t want to hear
any more excuses! Get your butt down here!"
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