Different elevator music was playing since my last visit-that old disco song "Stayin' Alive." A terrifying image flashed through my mind of Apollo in bell-bottom pants and a slinky silk shirt.
I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows- slow, dumb, and bright red.
Five syllables," Apollo said, counting them on his fingers. "That would be real bad.
Apollo?” I guessed… He put a finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.” A god named Fred?
Well," said Apollo with a brave smile. "You were right, my dear. You had everything under control! Let's go see if we boiled anyone important, shall we?