Let me get this straight. Your table ran away because you polished it with Windex?

“I imagined loading the God of the Sea into a taxi and taking him to the Upper E…”

“Now, as far as I knew, he (Luke) was still sailing around on his demon-infested…”

“Wisdom's daughter walks alone—”“Ella!” Frank stood suddenly. “Maybe it's not th…”

“Maybe if he did really well they'd give him some mouldy apples.”