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year. His drinking wasn't making the situation any better. That was another reason I disliked Silk. She
was under the erroneous belief that booze got the juices flowing.

My father nodded to the laptop resting on his lap and chuckled grimly. "I signed on, put in the date and
time, and reread my notes."

I touched his shoulder. "The word muse is Greek. Maybe one of them is still hovering around the islands
and will drop in and pay you a visit."

He looked up at me. "You're the only muse I need."

His compliment had a grain of truth in it. I often helped my father with story ideas. I had a knack for it.

The plane shook beneath my feet. I almost fell into Daddy and Silk's laps.
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"Better sit down, dear," Silk said. "We wouldn't want you to get hurt before your vacation begins."

"I'd rather not get hurt on my vacation either," I said, like the snotty little girl I could be. Saying "See you
soon," I turned and hurried back to my seat. Once there, Helen helped me fasten my seat belt.

"I didn't tell you that the Athens airport is the foulest place on the face of the Earth," Helen said. She had
visited Greece the year before. Indeed, it was largely because she raved about her vacation that we were
all going now. "They hate Americans with a passion. They'll spit on you the moment you get off the
plane."

"But the pamphlets say the Greek people are warm and friendly," I protested.

"They're not so bad on the islands. But the airport is bizarre. Terrorists hold weekly meetings there. They
sell plastique in the restrooms. You can be shot for saying, 'Hey Zeus.'"

"What?"

"'Jesus.' That's 'Hey Zeus' in Spanish. Plus the food is lousy," she added.

"Well, we won't be there long."

"We have to take a cab to another airport to catch our plane to Mykonos," Helen continued. "The cab
drivers hate Americans. If you don't tip them enough they drive you back to Athens Airport and tell the
people there that they didn't spit on you enough."

"You are exaggerating a tiny bit. I can tell."

Helen shook her head. "It is all very true." She
THE IMMORTAL

returned to her book--a travel guide to Mykonos and Delos. Like she was the one who needed to read
it and not me. The plane shook some more. Over the speakers the captain said that we would be on the
ground in three minutes and that the flight attendants should sit down.