I could hear hopefulness in her voice, but also doubt. She was waiting for me to admit the obvious: I’d forgotten. I was toast. I was boyfriend roadkill.

“Wouldn't that put a twist in your toga?”

“The Feast of Fortuna had nothing to do with tuna, which was fine with Percy.”

“Frank Zhang: lumbering klutz, child of Mars, part-time pachyderm.”

“Perseus, you are not the hero.”