Literature
Athena - 6 - Rewrite
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“I didn’t realize that this stupid desk had so many screws,” Trevor muttered darkly.
Athena looked over at Trevor, an eyebrow raised. “Did you bother with the directions? Or are those too mainstream, too?”
“Gawd, one joke, and I live with it for months!”
Athena smiled, tugging on her black braid. “It’s only been two months, and I don’t bring it up often.”
Trevor laughed and, shaking his head, returned to struggling with the desk she had bought. It had been two months of relative peace. Lysander had given her a job as a busser, letting her work mostly in the back until she was more comfortable in public. Lately, she’d been working as a server and had found that she liked it.
When asked, Lysander refused to talk about what information he’d found or, more likely, hadn’t discovered. Athena never revealed any more than she had to about the nightmares, which lessened over time, or about her brother, who remained nameless. The most they could do was carry on as if everything was fine
