Claire looked at Helen and they both nodded, surprised by Matt?s
wise answer.
275/395
?To Matt Millis. Friend. Philosopher. Golf Pro,? Helen called
back, saluting him with her thermos.
?Here, here,? called Claire. She raised her soy milk in a lazy toast.
Matt took a dignified bow and blushed when Ariadne smiled at
him.
?Hey, Len? Did you get a new necklace?? Claire asked, reaching
out to touch the charm that Helen always wore.
?No, it?s the same old same old. Are you going crazy again, Gig??
Helen responded, trying to eye her heart charm.
?It looks like a strawberry, not a heart. Or maybe it?s just shinier.
Probably I?m crazy.?
The next few days were blissful, and Helen felt a peace she hadn?t
experienced since the Deloses had arrived on the island. It was as if
someone had put a combination of Spanish fly and Prozac in the
water. Helen kept up her training in the afternoons, but as the days
passed with no sign that Creon had returned to the island, Helen
found herself forgetting about the danger. The only person who
seemed immune to the good cheer in the air was Zach. He kept trying
to talk to Helen alone but she was avoiding him, which was
easy enough when she was being guarded by a family of demigods.
Still, each time she dodged him she could tell that he got more and
more resentful.
She was hoping that if she put the whole situation off for long
enough no one would even remember how she had collapsed as she
chased some shirtless stranger. Hoping that if she stalled him long
enough, Zach would let it go. But instead his attitude was becoming
more and more urgent. The last thing Helen wanted was to tell