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there are parties, high-school parties, blow-out parties, my dad's parties, and olympian parties.
the nine muses were dj. the music was personalized so everyone heard what they want. there was no arguing about changing the tunes, no requests, nothing. just people wanting them to crank the tune up.
i saw grover trotting around with a full plate of tin cans and enchiladas. his golden goblet was filled with double-espresso latte, and he was muttering, "pan! pan!"
i was walking through the crowds. a few minor godlings had asked me to dance, and i complied. i was tired now, and hungry. i couldn't find it in myself to enjoy the party while my dad could be anywhere, suffering.
"want one?" i heard a familiar voice ask.
i turned to see my mother. she looked like how she did last time i saw her. the short beach waves, and green eyes. she was holding a bag from burger king in her hand. she took me to a table and handed me the bag.
i pulled out a cheeseburger, and my goblet filled with coffee. (i was running low on caffeine again) i looked at my mother astonished. i was craving a cheeseburger since cloudcroft. how did she know?
"you and your father," she muttered, shaking her head. "you both love cheeseburgers. it's how you deal with traumatic experiences. after i told him i was aphrodite, the goddess of love, he took out his car keys, drove to burger king, got a cheeseburger, and came back. i was so shook. he left me while i was explaining to him that i was a goddess, to get a cheeseburger."
i laughed, taking a sip of my coffee, "that's tony stark for you. he's weird."
she smiled at me. "you're so much like him, it's kind of freaky."
