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193 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 22, 2011
I left your son with Athena. She's teaching him how to swear in five different languages." His voice resonated with fatherly pride.
"Greaaaat."
"I still can't figure out why nobody thought it was prudent to tell me that he had been - or was still - married to my sister."
"It wasn't as if you were sleeping together, Grace. I imagine that nobody thought it was relevant."
"Oh, but as you know, we sure did do the nasty in the pasty. Where do you think Dylan sprouted from? The doorknob?"
"That, m'dear, was just as much of a surprise to me as it was to you.
This is funny, Grace talking with Heph, and had cried earlier on him:
"Er," he stiffened uncomfortably. "It is my pleasure?"
I sighed. "Just hug me back. You'll get used to it eventually."
"I � I just put this shirt on and the last time we did this, I couldn't get the snot out of it. It was a favorite," he groused. But he hugged me anyway and I felt truly safe and loved in those few moments.
"Okay, let's pretend that I've never done this before and you explain to me step by step how it's done," I stated exasperated.
Zeus threw his hands up in the air. "If I knew how to do that, I'd have your mother already back home and in my bed."
"Whoah! Too much information there." I gagged a little for effect. Yes, I was an adult but nobody wanted to think of their parent getting their freak on. Okay, maybe some people did - but last time I checked that shit was illegal.
"You're incredibly childish."
"So you've told me."
"I don't know, your mother says a little mantra before she pulls one open. You only know she's saying it if you're listening for it."
"So it's a magic word?"
"I don't know. I guess."
"Abracadabra!" I yelled, waving my arms around with a dramatic flourish.
Zeus leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs and threw me a nonplussed look. "How did that work for you?"
"Not well," I groused.
Grace is back but better, bolder and stronger - sarcastic as hell but what's new right?
"I can't do this with you. Can't you see that this kills me? Why can't you read my mind and just know what' going on in there? I can't say the words. All I know is that I hurt. I am so tired. It's easier to be angry with you than to face the fear and the crappy emotions."