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related to Dem, but I really had no idea she was your mother. I really don't know her, either."
"You know of her, though. Enough, at least, to notice a family resemblance." "Yes, but it's not that simple."
"What do you mean? Just spill it."
Neither one of us realized how close we were leaning toward each other until the waitress returned with our food.
We both sat upright in our chairs as she put our pasta dishes in front of us. We began eating.
"Maybe I should tell you about my family, Season. That may help explain things." He took several bites, stalling. "I'm really not supposed to talk about this, and
as much as I want to tell you everything I know I'm not going to be able to. It's not that I don't want to—I want to help. Really, I do, but there are some things that are too private and too involved to tell just anyone."
"Ugh. Melissa told me something similar last week," I mumbled. "Melissa?"
"My guardian. It's a long story. One I'd be happy to tell you all about after you tell me what you know."
Chrys took a deep breath and pushed his plate away.. "Okay, what do you know about Greek Mythology?"
Huh? Where was he going with this? "Not much."
"My family came over from Greece, and we still have many connections. My dad spends a lot of time over there."
"I heard about that."
"This is going to sound crazy, but the story is my family descends from the Greek gods." Chrys put his elbow on the table and let his head fall into his hand, covering his eyes.
not."
"I see."
"No, you don't. The thing is we have certain abilities that the average person does
"Abilities?"
"Yes. They seem to be linked to puberty or adolescence and manifest to a
complete state by one's eighteenth birthday."
Eighteenth birthday? Was that a coincidence? I felt my face turn white and my breathing accelerate. He heard the change in my breathing and glanced up.
"Don't worry . . . It's nothing too scary." The corner of his mouth lifted in a sad smile, but he misunderstood my expression.
I was starting to feel a little queasy, so I pushed my plate away and looked at
him.
"What do you mean exactly by abilities? "
"I'm not sure." He shrugged as he took a drink. "I don't turn eighteen until the fall, so I can't speak from personal experience. But if you research Greek Mythology, you can read about the abilities of those gods, or mythical figures, and get a pretty good idea of some of those abilities."
"What does this have to do with my mother?"
"I saw her in Greece when I was there last year. I didn't speak to her, but she was visiting my dad."
My brain was churning. Chrys saw my mom? Just last year? In Greece?
He put his hands in his lap and leaned closer to me like he'd done before the waitress had delivered our food. He cocked his head to the side and stared at me.
"I heard my dad tell her not to worry . . . that he'd take care of it . . . I don't know what they were talking about, but she seemed relieved by his support."
I stared at him in total shock, and he could see the questions still burning through me. I was determined to get as much information as I could, so I figured I needed to tell him what I knew. Maybe something I said would trigger his memory, and he could complete this puzzle. And so I told him everything. As soon as I mentioned my eighteenth birthday, Chrys's expression morphed from a state of interest to a state of shock.
"That's not all. I found a death certificate."
I looked down and shook my head at the strangeness of the whole situation and struggled to find the right words to explain that certificate. But I didn't have to struggle long.
"It was yours, wasn't it?" he asked, so matter-of-factly. My head flew up to meet his gaze.
"Yes, it was. How do you know that?"
"Because my mom has one for me dated for October 15th."
Reality hit me, and I coiled like it had physically punched me in the stomach. "That's your eighteenth birthday, isn't it?" I could hardly believe what I was saying. My body felt numb, but
"You know of her, though. Enough, at least, to notice a family resemblance." "Yes, but it's not that simple."
"What do you mean? Just spill it."
Neither one of us realized how close we were leaning toward each other until the waitress returned with our food.
We both sat upright in our chairs as she put our pasta dishes in front of us. We began eating.
"Maybe I should tell you about my family, Season. That may help explain things." He took several bites, stalling. "I'm really not supposed to talk about this, and
as much as I want to tell you everything I know I'm not going to be able to. It's not that I don't want to—I want to help. Really, I do, but there are some things that are too private and too involved to tell just anyone."
"Ugh. Melissa told me something similar last week," I mumbled. "Melissa?"
"My guardian. It's a long story. One I'd be happy to tell you all about after you tell me what you know."
Chrys took a deep breath and pushed his plate away.. "Okay, what do you know about Greek Mythology?"
Huh? Where was he going with this? "Not much."
"My family came over from Greece, and we still have many connections. My dad spends a lot of time over there."
"I heard about that."
"This is going to sound crazy, but the story is my family descends from the Greek gods." Chrys put his elbow on the table and let his head fall into his hand, covering his eyes.
not."
"I see."
"No, you don't. The thing is we have certain abilities that the average person does
"Abilities?"
"Yes. They seem to be linked to puberty or adolescence and manifest to a
complete state by one's eighteenth birthday."
Eighteenth birthday? Was that a coincidence? I felt my face turn white and my breathing accelerate. He heard the change in my breathing and glanced up.
"Don't worry . . . It's nothing too scary." The corner of his mouth lifted in a sad smile, but he misunderstood my expression.
I was starting to feel a little queasy, so I pushed my plate away and looked at
him.
"What do you mean exactly by abilities? "
"I'm not sure." He shrugged as he took a drink. "I don't turn eighteen until the fall, so I can't speak from personal experience. But if you research Greek Mythology, you can read about the abilities of those gods, or mythical figures, and get a pretty good idea of some of those abilities."
"What does this have to do with my mother?"
"I saw her in Greece when I was there last year. I didn't speak to her, but she was visiting my dad."
My brain was churning. Chrys saw my mom? Just last year? In Greece?
He put his hands in his lap and leaned closer to me like he'd done before the waitress had delivered our food. He cocked his head to the side and stared at me.
"I heard my dad tell her not to worry . . . that he'd take care of it . . . I don't know what they were talking about, but she seemed relieved by his support."
I stared at him in total shock, and he could see the questions still burning through me. I was determined to get as much information as I could, so I figured I needed to tell him what I knew. Maybe something I said would trigger his memory, and he could complete this puzzle. And so I told him everything. As soon as I mentioned my eighteenth birthday, Chrys's expression morphed from a state of interest to a state of shock.
"That's not all. I found a death certificate."
I looked down and shook my head at the strangeness of the whole situation and struggled to find the right words to explain that certificate. But I didn't have to struggle long.
"It was yours, wasn't it?" he asked, so matter-of-factly. My head flew up to meet his gaze.
"Yes, it was. How do you know that?"
"Because my mom has one for me dated for October 15th."
Reality hit me, and I coiled like it had physically punched me in the stomach. "That's your eighteenth birthday, isn't it?" I could hardly believe what I was saying. My body felt numb, but
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