Juno died hearing all that and I laughed again as I dragged myself over to the lifeless lump, past all the foam rubber gadgets that had come off with the gown, the inevitable falsies she kept covered so well along with nice solid muscles by dresses that went to her neck and down to her wrists. It was funny. Very funny. Funnier than I ever thought it could be. Maybe youd laugh, too. I spit on the clay that was Juno, queen of the gods and goddesses, and I knew why Id always had a resentment that was actually a revulsion when I looked at her.
Juno was a queen, all right, a real, live queen. You know the kind.
Juno was a man!