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тАЬNo!тАЭ

тАЬWhat? Cracking up already? Heck, itтАЩs only 7:30. Way too early for hysterics.тАЭ My phone started
ringing. тАЬIтАЩll get it, dead girlтАжwe better figure out the phones, too.тАЭ

A minute later, I was dressed and Jessica trotted back into my bedroom. тАЬYour mom says howdy and
to be careful fighting crime.Man , sheтАЩs cool! IfI came back from the dead, my momтАЩd still be in a rubber
room. HowтАЩd it go last night?тАЭ

тАЬI didnтАЩt do anything!тАЭ

тАЬHuh? To your mom? I should hope not.тАЭ

тАЬOh. Right. UhтАФshe was incredibly cool about it. Very тАШoh, youтАЩre a vampire, thatтАЩs nice, dear, watch
out for holy waterтАЩтАжlike that. She was really really happy to see me, and beyond that, didnтАЩt give a fig
for the details.тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs how I feel, too. Plus, I canтАЩt help it, I think itтАЩs soneat .тАЭ

тАЬPlease. You sound like a cheerleader.тАЭ

тАЬWell, I was one. Also, breakfast is served.тАЭ She held out a glass. One whiff and I knew it wasnтАЩt
brimming with V-8. There was a green leaf stuck artfully to the side of the glass, which had been chilled,
and its rim had been dipped in coarse salt. тАЬItтАЩs O negativeтАжthe universal drink.тАЭ

тАЬYou have garnished my glass of blood,тАЭ I observed, тАЬwith basil and margarita salt.тАЭ

тАЬSure. This is no drive-thru McDonaldтАЩs blood. This is Aquavit blood. MannyтАЩs Steak House blood!тАЭ

тАЬSeriously. WhereтАЩd you get it?тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩll never tell. But we should set up a mini-bank or something for you here, so you donтАЩt have to prowl
alleys looking for a fix. IтАЩve got a guy working on that right now. He thinks IтАЩm an eccentric heiress
whoтАЩs setting up her own blood storage in case of a national shortage.тАЭ She tittered. тАЬHeтАЩs right, of
course. Cheers!тАЭ

I took the glass with all the enthusiasm IтАЩd have shown if she was offering me a glass of pureed
rattlesnake. The smell was making my head swim, and not in a good way. While Jess looked on,
big-eyed, I took a tentative sip. It was like drinking a dead battery, fallen leaves, a candle that had
burned down to nothing. ThatтАЩs what it tasted like: nothing. And thatтАЩs what it was doing for me, too. I
was just as thirsty as I was when I woke up ten minutes ago.

I handed the glass back, shaking my head. тАЬNope. ItтАЩs got to be live.тАЭ

Her face fell. тАЬNuts. So much for that plan. You really canтАЩtтАФuhтАФget nutrients out of it, or whatever?
Metabolize it?тАЭ