Every teacup in the little china shop was a chalice. Those priestesses who had not acquired a chalice by inheritance came in and bought a fluted blue cup or an ornate wine glass to use instead. Then they took them up to the temple on the hill and filled them with hot red wine or berry juices to offer to their goddesses.
Avrilla who worked behind the counter at the china shop thought of herself as a closet priestess, aiding them as she was in their devotions. Her role was every bit as important as theirs, and one day she decided to lead the worship. She climbed up the hill to the temple carrying the most valuable of her cups made of a rare and fragile aquamarine bone china, and she filled it with sparkling wine.
The priest who was in charge of all the priestesses came out from the back of the temple. “Here we believe in a priestly caste, and items of a high monetary value do not raise you into it,” he said.
Avrilla produced a stick and waved it in the air, as if about to smash the many chalices on the altar. Everyone gasped.
Then she lowered the stick and said, “no, I won’t do it- I’ll just close my shop, and in time that will close the temple.”