So it was when our youngest sister came to us, in this diaphanous gown given to her by a new lover, and invited us to her place. She wanted us to be all thrilled with her fabulous new digs, and sought to impress us with gold and jewels and delicious food. Which of course worked, but then later after leaving her we sat down and thought about it.The story just didn't hold up. Something was fishy. Just who was this masked man she was so wild over? We had our suspicions, and we let her know. The rest is history—or rather, myth.
Check the story if you don't believe us: if it weren't for our sterling advice, our younger sister would never have become the immortal bride of Eros. She would still be shacking up with someone she could never see. That's no way to live!
There is no better testimonial for our services, if you ask us, than her simple tale.
That is why we have decided, in keeping with the spirit of Web 2.0 (which is alive and well here in myth land), to offer our advice to any and all of you, free of charge. We will mull over your entreaties, emailed to us at psychesisters [at] gmail (dot) com, and post our musings here in this public forum, for the benefit of all.You've got questions, you've got problems. We've got centuries of experience, supporting roles in a long-running cartoon show, and more answers than you can shake a stick at. It's a perfect match, so why not give it a try? The only thing you have to lose is your blinders.
