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like I did.
 "Are you seeing the Were?" he asked, when he was nearly out the door. He sounded as though

the words had been pulled out of him by their roots.

"Which one?" I asked, resisting the temptation to bat my eyelashes. He deserved no answer, and

he knew it. "How long will you be gone?" I asked more briskly, and he looked at me with some

speculation.

"It's not a sure thing. Maybe two weeks," he answered.

"We might talk then," I said, turning my face away. "Let me return your key." I fished my keys

out of my purse.

"No, please, keep it on your key ring," he said. "You might need it while I am gone. Go in the

house as you will. My mail's getting held at the post office until I give them notice, and I think all my other

loose ends are taken care of."

So I was his last loose end. I damned up the trickle of anger that was all too ready to bubble out

these days.

"I hope you have a safe trip," I said coldly, and shut the door behind him. I headed back to my

bedroom. I had a robe to put on and some television to watch. By golly, I was sticking to my plan.

But while I was putting my pizza in the oven, I had to blot my cheeks a few times.




1



The New Year's Eve party at Merlotte's Bar and Grill was finally, finally, over. Though the bar

owner, Sam Merlotte, had asked all his staff to work that night, Holly, Arlene, and I were the only ones

who'd responded. Charlsie Tooten had said she was too old to put up with the mess we had to endure

on New Year's Eve, Danielle had long-standing plans to attend a fancy party with her steady boyfriend,

and a new woman couldn't start for two days. I guess Arlene and Holly and I needed the money more