42. Every Family In This Chapter Needs Therapy

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Chapter 42

Every Family In This Chapter Needs Therapy 

Theo POV

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It didn't look like a house they'd just moved into. There were LEGO robots on the stairs and two cats sleeping on the sofa in the living room. The coffee table was stacked with magazines, and a little kid's winter coat was spread on the floor.


The whole house smelled like fresh-baked chocolate-chip cookies. There was jazz music coming from the kitchen. It seemed like a messy, happy kind of home—the kind of place that had been lived in forever.


"Dad!" a little boy screamed. "He's taking apart my robots!"


"Bobby," Dr. Chase called absently, "don't take apart your brother's robots."


"I'm Bobby," the little boy protested. "He's Matthew!"


"Matthew," Dr. Chase called, "don't take apart your brother's robots!"


"Okay, Dad!" Dr. Chase turned to us. "We'll go upstairs to my study. This way."


"Honey?" a woman called. Annabeth's stepmom appeared in the living room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. She was a pretty Asian woman with red highlighted hair tied in a bun. "Who are our guests?" she asked.


"Oh," Dr. Chase said. "This is..." He stared at us blankly.


"Frederick," she chided. "You forgot to ask them their names?"


We introduced ourselves a little uneasily, but Mrs. Chase seemed really nice. She asked if we were hungry. We admitted we were, and she told us she'd bring us some cookies and sandwiches and sodas.


"Dear," Dr. Chase said. "They came about Annabeth."


I half expected Mrs. Chase to turn into a raving lunatic at the mention of her stepdaughter, but she just pursed her lips and looked concerned. "All right. Go on up to the study and I'll bring you some food."

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