"Sally! Where's my meatloaf?"

I withdrew from the window as I was watching my beloved son Percy head towards Long Islands Beach for Camp Half-Blood. I was still trying to make my decision about what my son had said. I hated my husband, Gabe Ugliando (more like Ugly-ando), but I had married him to protect Percy from the monsters. I had told him that I would do it, but truthfully, I still hadn't decided what to do. I could just divorce with him, but really, I didn't want him near me anymore.

"Sally! WHERE'S THE MEATLOAF?"

He's demanding now. I gritted my teeth because I had had with him. Percy was right. I ran into his room and carefully took out the package on his bed. Without looking, I unwrapped the package and gripped onto the dead little snakes of the head; the head of Medusa. Percy had slayed her on the quest, now I was going to slay my husband.

I walked into the kitchen, squeezing the snakes on her head because I was nervous if it failed. Gabe was playing poker with his friends while watching ESPN.

"I'm tellin' you, there's no way I'm lettin' that kid back in the house."

"Gabe, he's just a kid."

"Yeah, a kid who blowtorches national monuments and beats up old ladies."

His buddies chuckled. My face was seething with anger. Nobody makes fun of my son. Holding the head, I slowly crept into the living room. The head was bouncing up and down as I walked. He heard me coming, and without looking up, he said,

"It's about time, Sally. I thought it'll be any day now."

Those were his last words. He looked my way, and was immediately petrified into stone. I felt happy inside. My horrible husband, Gabe Ugliando, had gone to the Underworld. Just the thought of it made me smile. I looked down and saw Gabe's buddies staring, their gaze settling on Gabe, then me. One of them dropped the cigar in his mouth. I took one hand away from the head and pointed at the door. They froze, and then ran away horrified, pushing and shoving each other to get to the door. Once I heard the door slam shut, I tossed the head into the wastebasket and started dialing the Art Gallery.

"Ms. Jackson, what exactly do you call this sculpture of yours?"

The owners of the Art Gallery were in my apartment, admiring the statue of the man playing poker.

"I have decided to call it "The Poker Player"."

One of the men started touching the ace of hearts the man was holding.

"Well," the man said, staring at the statue in awe, "This is a great honor that you would give us something this splendid. We would like to buy it for nine hundred thousand dollars.

My jaw dropped. I could go to college! Buy a new apartment! Start my life all over again! I was so shocked that I just stood there motionless like a billboard.

The man cleared his throat, "Ms. Jackson, would nine hundred thousand be a reasonable price?

I blushed. "Yes sir."

"Very well then. We should pick it tomorrow morning at around 9:00. Thank you again, for your splendid work of art. Here is you check."

He pulled out a checkbook and quickly wrote into it. Then he tore it out and handed it to me. My fingers were trembling as I accepted it. He closed the door behind me, leaving me standing there with a sheet of paper that could change my life forever. I started doing a victory dance all the way to the kitchen so I could make some blue chocolate chip cookies as a reward to Percy, because he was expected to come in about two hours. Hopefully he would bring a new friend to share with. I wanted to know more about the half bloods and monsters, to study them so that I could ace Greek Mythology in my new college. Hopefully he befriended someone smart and clever.