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“Did she really help?” Calliope asked as she ca tables “Seems like you still have a lot to work to do”

I followed her glance to the line of kids that aiting for me to cut a cake to serve to thei weren’t beside me, they would have been too petrified to come up God only knows the stories their parents had told them of my family or me

“Hi, dear,” Calliope spoke sweetly to a little freckle-faced girl who hid beside her slightly older brother

He was a skinny one, with jet black hair and thick eyebrows for a child WhichMy eyebrow raised slightly at him

“Is this your brother?”

“Yeah, who’s asking!” The boy puffed up his chest as he stared at her

“I aled

He was flustered by that and just looked over tocake or not?”

“Not,” Calliope huffed “I only give cake to cute kids And you are not cute”

“Well, you are not giving out the cake,” he shot back Then pointed to me “Mr Callahan is”

He turned to , which iving his attitude

“If Moehog at h

“That’s not hoorks!” he once again yelled,a face back at her

Gigi made a face in return

“Would you like a piece of cake?” Calliope asked the little girl, this tiirl as she spoke