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saw.тАЭ

I was silent, picturing her agony. The long walk down the sterile-smelling hallwayтАФsterile, with a faint
whiff of death underneath. Burning fluorescent lights. A professionally sympathetic doctor. Then, the
identification: тАЬYes, thatтАЩs my daughter. WhatтАЩs left of her.тАЭ

тАЬJust about every culture has legends about vampires. IтАЩve often thought there must be some truth in the
storiesтАжelse why would there be so many of them?тАЭ
 тАЬBy that logic,тАЭ I said, тАЬI can assume the Easter Bunny will be stopping by this month?тАЭ

тАЬFunny girl. Risotto?тАЭ

тАЬPlease.тАЭ Mom had stopped crying, washed her face, changed out of the suit she wore to my funeral,
and cooked my favorite meal: pork loin with risotto. Like Jessica, she couldnтАЩt stop touching me. Like I
minded! тАЬIтАЩmso hungry, and that smells terrific.тАЭ

I wolfed it down in about thirty seconds. Then I spent five minutes in the bathroom throwing it all up.
Mom held my hair back from my face and, when I finished and slumped dispiritedly on the bathroom tile,
she handed me a damp washcloth.

I started to cry, that weird tearless crying that was now my specialty. тАЬI canтАЩt have regular food
anymore! No more risotto, shrimp cocktail, lobster, prime ribтАФтАЭ

тАЬCancer, AIDS, death-by-mugging, rape, homicide.тАЭ

I looked up. Mom looked down at me with the compassion/practicality combo that was her trademark.
IтАЩd seen that look when I told her I was going to flunk out of college. тАЬIтАЩd like to be more sympathetic,тАЭ
she said, тАЬbut IтАЩm so happy to have you back, Elizabeth. As awful as itтАЩs been for you, you have no idea
what the last three days have been like for me, for your father and your friendsтАФI thought Jessica was
going to collapse at the funeral home. I didnтАЩt think the girlcould cry, but she practically melted today.
Your father didnтАЩt even recognize me, he was in such a daze.тАЭ

тАЬOhтАжMom.тАЭ

тАЬBut I never have to worry about going to the morgue again, unless you trip on a stake on the way
home. As to the rest of it: weтАЩll deal.тАЭ

I scowled. тАЬI donтАЩt think people who can eat risotto should have an opinion.тАЭ

тАЬSilly child. ItтАЩs just fuel. Brush your fangs, and then weтАЩll talk some more.тАЭ

тАЬVery funny!тАЭ I yelled after her.

CHAPTER EIGHT



I pulled into my driveway at 4:30 in the morning. There was a strange car parked on my street, a white
Taurus. As I walked past I peeked inside and saw the bubble light. Cop. And when I entered my house I
could smell Detective Nick BerryтАЩs clean, distinctive scent. Which, by the way, IтАЩd never been able to do