His father was Apollo, the god of music and of song, his mother the muse Calliope.
The man inside the calliope, the fireman, was too industrious.
"No need to go to the table if you don't want," Calliope told her.
When we stepped out in the snow again, Calliope's face was shining.
"Sounds like it'd go down awful easy," admitted Calliope, smiling.
When we were on the ...