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“Well, enjoy your breakfast, dear,” Pearl said as the waitress arrived with my order.
“We have a lot of stops to make.”
I watched Pearl and Edna as they moved toward the door. They stopped to chat with several of the diners before leaving the café. They were a strange pair. On the outside, they looked pretty much like any other women their age, although their clothing was sometimes a bit on the flamboyant side. But there was something just the slightest bit off about them, something I could never quite put my finger on.
I was drinking the last of my juice when Travis Jackson slid into the chair across from mine.
“Morning,” he said, smiling affably. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all. I was just leaving.”
“Aw, come on, sit with me while I have something to eat.”
I didn't want to sit with him, but then, what the heck, maybe I'd learn something that could be useful to Rafe. “Maybe just for a minute. I have to open the store.”
“You're the boss, aren't you?”
“Yes. So?”
“So, who's to complain if you open at ten-thirty instead of ten?”
As much as I hated to admit it, he had a point. Still, it gave me a good excuse to leave if I was of a mind to. Besides, I was hoping to squeeze in a visit with Susie.
Travis ordered a stack of hotcakes, bacon, and coffee. I asked the waitress to bring me a cup of tea.
“So,” I said, “why aren't you out doing whatever it is Vampire hunters do?”
“Plenty of time for that,” he said, sitting back in his chair. “It's hours until dark.”
“How do you find them?”
“Hey, I can't divulge the tricks of the trade.”
“Took a blood oath, did you?” I was kidding, but the sudden wary look in his eyes told me I had touched a nerve. “You didn't really? Tell me you didn't.”
“I can't tell you anything, so don't ask.” For someone who'd been so eager to talk the other day, he'd become suddenly taciturn.
My imagination immediately kicked into overdrive as I pictured Travis Jackson and his cronies huddling around a fire, swearing an oath of allegiance that they would never reveal their secrets or their meeting place, and sealing it with blood.
I was glad when the waitress arrived with Jackson's order. I drank my tea as quickly as I could, burning my tongue in the process, said a quick good-bye to Travis, and grabbed my check. After paying the bill and giving Carrie a couple of dollars to give to the waitress, I hurried out of the café.
Outside, I took a deep breath of the cool, crisp air, and then frowned. Something was different. Not wrong, exactly, just different. I glanced up and down the street and then, not knowing why, I walked toward the end of the block. The whole atmosphere of the town had changed. At the corner, I turned around and headed back toward my car. Why did everything feel so different? And then it hit me. On Mara's orders, most of the Vampires had left Oak Hollow. I was certain that most of the Werewolves had also moved on. The latent weight of preternatural power no longer hung over the town. The very air felt lighter, less oppressive. I wondered if Travis Jackson had also noticed the difference.
I got into my car and drove down Main Street. Funny, I hadn't noticed how oppressive all that Supernatural power had been until it was gone.
I glanced at my watch. It was almost ten. I tapped my fingertips on the steering wheel, debating whether to open the store or look in on Susie, and then I decided that Travis was right. I was the boss. If I decided to open the store late, or not at all, it was nobody's business but mine. Of course, with that cavalier attitude, I would soon lose the few customers I had. But today Susie had to come first.
A few minutes later, I pulled up in front of her house. It was a nice place, with a wide front porch. A couple of pink hydrangeas grew on either side of the porch steps, a hummingbird feeder hung from a tree in the side yard. Bicycles and baseball bats littered the front yard. A late-model silver Caddy was parked in the driveway.
When I rang the bell, a taller, older version of Susie opened the door. “Yes?” she asked in a cultured voice. “May I help you?”
“I'm here to see Susie.”
The woman smoothed a hand over her ice-blue, tailored silk skirt. It had probably cost more than my whole outfit, including my shoes. “I'm afraid she's not having visitors just now.”
“I think she'll want to see me. If you could just tell her that Kathy is here.”
“Kathy!” The woman's cool demeanor evaporated like morning dew. “Please, do come in. I'm so glad to meet you! I'm Myrna Lancaster, Susie's mother.”
She ushered me into the living room, then took my hand in hers. “I can't thank you enough for what you've done.” Tears filled her eyes. “Susie's my only child…I…her father and I…how can we ever repay you?”
“That's not necessary. Susie's a friend of mine. Is she all right?”
The woman's face sort of crumpled. Her shoulders slumped, and she sank down on the sofa. The tears she had been holding back trickled down her cheeks.
“All right? How can she ever be all right again? Her life's ruined. And Rick…I told her not to marry him.” Myrna Lancaster shook her head and squared her shoulders. “I'm sorry, forgive me. Of course she'll be all right.”
“Of course,” I said.
“Her father is, at this minute, discussing her case with our family doctor. We'll do whatever has to be done, no matter what it costs.”
I didn't like the sound of that. If Susie's parents thought they could buy a cure for their daughter, they were sadly mistaken. As far as I knew, there was no cure for being a Werewolf. I hoped I was wrong. “Can I see her now?”
Myrna Lancaster led me down a narrow hallway lined with pictures of Susie and her family. We passed a couple of small bedrooms. A peek inside one of them showed neatly made twin beds and a Spiderman toy box overflowing with cars, trucks, and dinosaurs.
Susie's room was at the end of the hall.
Myrna knocked on the door. “Susie, are you awake? You have company.”
“I don't want to see anyone.”
“It's your friend, Kathy. She's anxious to see you.”
“Oh, come in.”
Myrna Lancaster opened the door, and I followed her into the room. She smiled at Susie, who was sitting up in bed. “Can I get you anything, sweetie?”
“No, thanks, Mom.”
Myrna Lancaster nodded and then looked over at me. “Well, I'll just leave you two alone to visit,” she said, and closed the door behind her.
