The older lady harrumphed. "I warned you, daughter. This scoundrel Hades is no good. You could've married the god of doctors or the god of lawyers, but <i>noooo</i>. You had to eat the pomegranate."<br />"Mother-"<br />"And get stuck in the Underworld!"<br />"Mother, please-"<br />"And here it is August, and do you come home like you're supposed to? Do you ever think about your poor lonely mother?"<br />"DEMETER!" Hades shouted. "That is enough. You are a guest in my house."<br />"Oh, a house is it?" she said. "You call this dump a house? Make my daughter live in this dark, damp-"<br />"I told you," Hades said, grinding his teeth, "there's a war in the world above. You and Persephone are better off here with me."<br />"Excuse me," I broke in. "But if you're going to kill me, could you just get on with it?