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THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.

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“Girl stuff.”<br />

I frowned. “What do you mean?”<br />

“Your mom,” Paul said. “I’m thinking about proposing to her.”<br />

I almost dropped my cup. “You mean…marrying her?You and her?”<br />

“Well, that was the genera idea. Would that be okay with you?”<br />

“You’re asking my permission?”<br />

Paul scratched his beard. “I don’t know if it’s permission, so much, but she’s your mother. And I know<br />

you’re going through a lot. I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t talk to you about it first, man to man.”<br />

“Man to man,” I repeated. It sounded strange, saying that. I thought about Paul and my mom, how she<br />

smiled and laughed more whenever he was around, and how Paul had gone out of his way to get me into<br />

high school. I found myself saying, “I think that’s a great idea, Paul. Go for it.”<br />

He smiled really wide then. “Cheers, <strong>Percy</strong>. Let’s join the party.”<br />

***<br />

I was just getting ready to blow out the candles when the doorbell rang.<br />

My mom frowned. “Who could that be?”<br />

It was weird, because our new building had a doorman, but he hadn’t called up or anything. My mom<br />

opened the door and gasped.<br />

It was my dad. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and Birkenstocks, like he usually<br />

does. His black beard was neatly trimmed and his sea-green eyes twinkled. He wore a battered cap<br />

decorated with fishing lures. It said NEPTUNE’S LUCKY FISHING HAT.<br />

“Pos—” My mother stopped herself. She was blushing right to the roots of her hair.“Um, hello.”<br />

“Hello, Sally,” Poseidon said. “You look as beautiful as ever. May I come in?”<br />

My mother made a squeaking sound that might’ve been either a “Yes” or “Help.” Poseidon took it as a<br />

yes and came in.<br />

Paul was looking back and forth between us, trying to read our expressions. Finally he stepped forward.<br />

“Hi, I’m Paul Blofis.”<br />

Poseidon raised his eyebrows as they shook hands. “Blowfish, did you say?”<br />

“Ah, no.Blofis, actually.”<br />

“Oh, I see,” Poseidon said.“A shame. I quite like blowfish. I am Poseidon.”<br />

“Poseidon? That’s an interesting name.”

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