Odd, he sounded disappointed at the completion of each task.
"Well," Zeus growled at the dragon. "Don't just stand there. The phone's over yonder. Make an appointment and get them pulled. I do hope the dentist isn't all booked up."
The palace had all the jewels, all the objects of art, all the trappings a person could desire. But for a country girl raised in a small hut it lacked a prime requisite.
It flat wasn't homey.
Such was Persephone's evaluation.
Even that could have, over time, been corrected.
A second problem concerned her even more.
Her husband.
He wasn't presentable.
His looks were atrocious, his bearing boorish, and he could only be described as uncouth.