Thirteen

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[When Poseidon came back into town, he'd settled into his favorite chair before getting an annoyed phone call from Chelsea. Though she'd been in q hurry to be picked up, she'd remained eerily quiet the whole ride. She wasn't about to tell her father that she'd contacted Hades about her mother. She felt torn between keeping it from Poseidon or just asking---but asking about her mother always ended in argument and the specific rule that she was not to go looking. She was fifteen now, what did he expect? She may have understood in the last few weeks about her father--but she was still his daughter.]

Despite the handsome face, I wasn't born yesterday. Is that all I get when I come back into town, is the cold shoulder?