I decide to turn around and face it. Daisy, I say, you are standing in for something but I don’t know what it is. Daisy lays herself down as flat as a pancake. I don’t think you should have turned around, she says. I cast my eyes about me. What are you being all subservient about? I ask. But Daisy is keeping still. A wind rolls over us. The gods appear. They are chatting about promises. They are chatting about love. They are chatting about simple straightforward tasks. Walk on, Daisy says. I was never what you thought I was.