Trials of Apollo 5

I’D HEARD WORSE PLANS.
But while the idea of pushing Lu off a building had a certain appeal, I
was skeptical that she really meant it, especially since she wouldn’t explain
further or offer us details.
“Tomorrow,” she insisted. “Once we’re on our way.”
The next morning, Sally made us breakfast. Estelle giggled at us
hysterically. Paul apologized for not having a car to lend us, since the family
Prius, which we usually crashed, was on its way to California with Percy,
Grover, and Annabeth. The best Paul could offer us was a subway pass, but I
wasn’t ready to ride any more trains.
Sally gave us all hugs and wished us well. Then she said she had to get
back to baking cookies, which she did to relieve stress while she was working
on the revisions for her second novel.
This raised many questions for me. Second novel? We hadn’t discussed
her writing at all the night before. Cookies? Could we wait until they were
done?
But I suspected that good food was a never-ending temptation here at the
Jackson/Blofis home. There would always be a next sweet or savory snack
that was more appealing than facing the harsh world.