Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Chalice of the Gods

‘And his mother is very proud of him,’ ” my mom chipped in, “ ‘though college would be a wonderful experience, as it might teach him to do his own laundry.’ ”

“You’re all terrible people,” I said. “Delete, delete.”

Well, crap,” I said.

Well, crap, wrote the fancy calligraphy.

“No! Delete!” I said.

I may have blushed. It’s one thing being called the son of Poseidon. Getting noticed for being anything like my mom, though . . . that’s a compliment.