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."I meant about being a vampire.""She seemed chipper enough when she went off to bed."Selene had another question: "How much does Nick know?"Whistler thought it over.He was still in bed, not yet high but of course,being Whistler, he was not yet sober, either."Hard to say.He knows January'sdead, and he knows she tried to take him with her.He also knows we got thebody out it was all he kept saying when he came to that we couldn't leave herdown there.Whether he knows the rest is anybody's guess."By 'the rest' Whistler meant of course the unutterable fact that January hadnot died from drowning that when he had finally located the body, in aboutfifty feet of water (and it had been a grueling two hours' work, diving againand again into that cold blackness with a feeble scuba diver's torch only avampire could have managed it), the head had been turned the wrong way around.Not that he regretted what he'd done, having had little enough choice in thematter if he'd wanted to save Nick.And the manner of her death, whilehideous-sounding, had been remarkably quick, and presumably painless.Still, that noise when he'd broken her neck, and that quick glimpse of herface, made all the more horrible by the fact that he was still positionedbehind her in the water (had she still been sentient?& had those eyes beenstaring into his own?& lord, he hoped not) were not anything he'd ever want tothink about straight.Ah well, little danger of that, thought Whistler, reaching a long arm underthe bed, and feeling around for the handle to the little refrigeratorcontaining his Clamato jar."Have you toldLourdes ?" Selene asked him after he'd drunk, when the colorhad returned to his face."Of course not.And I don't want her ever knowing.Cora, either.You're theonly one I've told, and lord knows I wouldn't have told you if I thought I hada chance in hell of keeping it from you."She acknowledged the compliment."You're a wise man, dearie.But a guiltysecret in Nick's hands is about as safe as a pint of blood in yours.You'dbetter find out for sure what he knows and the Reverend Shoemaker, as well.""I have great hopes for the Reverend," Whistler replied, climbing out of bed,but for Selene's sake adjusting the folds of his nightshirt to conceal theburgeoning Creature."Not only do I have the feeling that she would make avalued addition to thePenang , should she so choose, but she might even manageto knock Nick off his high horse occasionally."Selene laughed."Nick andhishigh horse? You know what I think, Jamey?"Page 245 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"No, but I suppose you're ""I think if you'd reached January first, you'd have done exactly what hedid tried to save her." Whistler started to protest; she cut him off again."Not only that, I think if Nick had been in your position, he'd have doneexactly what you did.""Save me, you mean? Or kill her?" Whistler's turn to laugh, on his way intothe bathroom."Either way, now you've gone and insulted both of us."TWOBetty and Nick had not made love that morning, despite Whistler's crudeassumption.Nick had accepted blood from the others the night before, but onlyuntil his body had recovered from the hypothermia.After that, he and Bettyhad retreated to the bungalow, changed into borrowed sleepwear a Cheese Louiseflannel nightgown for Betty and a pair of Whistler's paisley pajamas forNick and had spent the rest of the night, and half the morning, simplytalking.Andthistime there had been no need for him to promise thatthistime he wastelling the whole truth, etc., etc.He had talked until his strength was gone,refusing more blood but accepting a few Quaaludes around eight o'clock, andhad fallen asleep by nine.No sedatives for Betty, though: she had an infant to nurse.Afterwards, shehad remembered to make some calls back toEl Cerrito , to be sure that churchaffairs would be taken care of in her absence.A few white lies Leon fallenill, but in no danger and it was done: the church ladies, bless their hearts,would go ahead with the healing circle in Betty's absence later that morning,and see that the building was open for meetings, and locked at night, untilher return.At first she felt a little guilty about lying, but then she realized that thetruth would have been equally unkind.Could you cover the church for a few days, Ellen? I'm stuck up in Tahoe& Oh,nothing serious vampire kidnapped my baby, and then I found out I'm a vampiretoo.Bye-bye, hon, talk to you later.And there was a silver lining: sheunderstood suddenly why Nick had been forced to lie to her so often during thepast year if she'd been hanging on to any lingering resentment over his havingmisled her, it was surely gone by now.Pastoral responsibilities handled, Betty found that sleep came to her moreeasily than she'd imagined, the six hours between 10 A.M.and 4 P.M.representing the longest period of uninterrupted slumber the new mother hadknown since giving birth back in August.In fact she'd found herself wondering, as Leon did his level best to suckboth breasts dry upon awakening that afternoon, whether her milk was somehowfortified, now that she was a vampire after all, he'd always been such a fussyeater before, and had never slept as long as four hours in a single session.And after he'd uttered an ecstatic burp and fallen cheerfully back to sleepchortling at the ceiling, she'd decided in the affirmative to her confusion,if not outright dismay.It wasn't fair, this blood.Drugs were supposed toruin your health and wreck your life that was the Second Step, the lynchpin oftwelve-step thinking:Realized our lives were unmanageable.But all this drugPage 246 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhad done so far was give her nursing orgasms while curing her baby of colic.That seemed manageable enough for the Reverend Betty Ruth.Then the Elephant arrived.She didn't recognize it at first, Nick havinggiven the pachyderm relatively short shrift inMy Life on Blood.It started asa vague dissatisfaction with the ceiling she was lying on her back, and itoccurred to her that she'd never seen a drearier ceiling in her life and soonextended to the entire room, which had seemed so charming to her only a fewhours before.So distasteful had the room become, that after checking on Leon one more timeand finding no pleasure even in his gnomic sleeping visage, she fleddownstairs in her nightgown.But the little parlor of the bungalow was notmuch of an improvement nothing but walls and furniture and a Monet (or was itManet? didn't seem worth the effort required to cross the room to check outthe vowel in the signature).She opened the door and stepped outside, but found that the little wood thathad seemed so magical last night had lost its luster in the daylight.Trees,dirt surely Mother Nature was vastly overrated."It's only the drug," Bettytried to tell herself; that was a classic treatment technique for acidbummers."Only the drug, only the drug& " But of course it wasn't the drug atall: Betty's problem was, the drug had worn off.Since that truth was no easier to live with, she hurriedly changed hermantra: "It's only the crash, it's only the crash." 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."I meant about being a vampire.""She seemed chipper enough when she went off to bed."Selene had another question: "How much does Nick know?"Whistler thought it over.He was still in bed, not yet high but of course,being Whistler, he was not yet sober, either."Hard to say.He knows January'sdead, and he knows she tried to take him with her.He also knows we got thebody out it was all he kept saying when he came to that we couldn't leave herdown there.Whether he knows the rest is anybody's guess."By 'the rest' Whistler meant of course the unutterable fact that January hadnot died from drowning that when he had finally located the body, in aboutfifty feet of water (and it had been a grueling two hours' work, diving againand again into that cold blackness with a feeble scuba diver's torch only avampire could have managed it), the head had been turned the wrong way around.Not that he regretted what he'd done, having had little enough choice in thematter if he'd wanted to save Nick.And the manner of her death, whilehideous-sounding, had been remarkably quick, and presumably painless.Still, that noise when he'd broken her neck, and that quick glimpse of herface, made all the more horrible by the fact that he was still positionedbehind her in the water (had she still been sentient?& had those eyes beenstaring into his own?& lord, he hoped not) were not anything he'd ever want tothink about straight.Ah well, little danger of that, thought Whistler, reaching a long arm underthe bed, and feeling around for the handle to the little refrigeratorcontaining his Clamato jar."Have you toldLourdes ?" Selene asked him after he'd drunk, when the colorhad returned to his face."Of course not.And I don't want her ever knowing.Cora, either.You're theonly one I've told, and lord knows I wouldn't have told you if I thought I hada chance in hell of keeping it from you."She acknowledged the compliment."You're a wise man, dearie.But a guiltysecret in Nick's hands is about as safe as a pint of blood in yours.You'dbetter find out for sure what he knows and the Reverend Shoemaker, as well.""I have great hopes for the Reverend," Whistler replied, climbing out of bed,but for Selene's sake adjusting the folds of his nightshirt to conceal theburgeoning Creature."Not only do I have the feeling that she would make avalued addition to thePenang , should she so choose, but she might even manageto knock Nick off his high horse occasionally."Selene laughed."Nick andhishigh horse? You know what I think, Jamey?"Page 245 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"No, but I suppose you're ""I think if you'd reached January first, you'd have done exactly what hedid tried to save her." Whistler started to protest; she cut him off again."Not only that, I think if Nick had been in your position, he'd have doneexactly what you did.""Save me, you mean? Or kill her?" Whistler's turn to laugh, on his way intothe bathroom."Either way, now you've gone and insulted both of us."TWOBetty and Nick had not made love that morning, despite Whistler's crudeassumption.Nick had accepted blood from the others the night before, but onlyuntil his body had recovered from the hypothermia.After that, he and Bettyhad retreated to the bungalow, changed into borrowed sleepwear a Cheese Louiseflannel nightgown for Betty and a pair of Whistler's paisley pajamas forNick and had spent the rest of the night, and half the morning, simplytalking.Andthistime there had been no need for him to promise thatthistime he wastelling the whole truth, etc., etc.He had talked until his strength was gone,refusing more blood but accepting a few Quaaludes around eight o'clock, andhad fallen asleep by nine.No sedatives for Betty, though: she had an infant to nurse.Afterwards, shehad remembered to make some calls back toEl Cerrito , to be sure that churchaffairs would be taken care of in her absence.A few white lies Leon fallenill, but in no danger and it was done: the church ladies, bless their hearts,would go ahead with the healing circle in Betty's absence later that morning,and see that the building was open for meetings, and locked at night, untilher return.At first she felt a little guilty about lying, but then she realized that thetruth would have been equally unkind.Could you cover the church for a few days, Ellen? I'm stuck up in Tahoe& Oh,nothing serious vampire kidnapped my baby, and then I found out I'm a vampiretoo.Bye-bye, hon, talk to you later.And there was a silver lining: sheunderstood suddenly why Nick had been forced to lie to her so often during thepast year if she'd been hanging on to any lingering resentment over his havingmisled her, it was surely gone by now.Pastoral responsibilities handled, Betty found that sleep came to her moreeasily than she'd imagined, the six hours between 10 A.M.and 4 P.M.representing the longest period of uninterrupted slumber the new mother hadknown since giving birth back in August.In fact she'd found herself wondering, as Leon did his level best to suckboth breasts dry upon awakening that afternoon, whether her milk was somehowfortified, now that she was a vampire after all, he'd always been such a fussyeater before, and had never slept as long as four hours in a single session.And after he'd uttered an ecstatic burp and fallen cheerfully back to sleepchortling at the ceiling, she'd decided in the affirmative to her confusion,if not outright dismay.It wasn't fair, this blood.Drugs were supposed toruin your health and wreck your life that was the Second Step, the lynchpin oftwelve-step thinking:Realized our lives were unmanageable.But all this drugPage 246 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhad done so far was give her nursing orgasms while curing her baby of colic.That seemed manageable enough for the Reverend Betty Ruth.Then the Elephant arrived.She didn't recognize it at first, Nick havinggiven the pachyderm relatively short shrift inMy Life on Blood.It started asa vague dissatisfaction with the ceiling she was lying on her back, and itoccurred to her that she'd never seen a drearier ceiling in her life and soonextended to the entire room, which had seemed so charming to her only a fewhours before.So distasteful had the room become, that after checking on Leon one more timeand finding no pleasure even in his gnomic sleeping visage, she fleddownstairs in her nightgown.But the little parlor of the bungalow was notmuch of an improvement nothing but walls and furniture and a Monet (or was itManet? didn't seem worth the effort required to cross the room to check outthe vowel in the signature).She opened the door and stepped outside, but found that the little wood thathad seemed so magical last night had lost its luster in the daylight.Trees,dirt surely Mother Nature was vastly overrated."It's only the drug," Bettytried to tell herself; that was a classic treatment technique for acidbummers."Only the drug, only the drug& " But of course it wasn't the drug atall: Betty's problem was, the drug had worn off.Since that truth was no easier to live with, she hurriedly changed hermantra: "It's only the crash, it's only the crash." With a heavy heart, sheturned back from the dreary wood.Then it occurred to her as she trudged backup the stairs and this was perhaps the worst shock of all that maybe theproblem wasn't the crash, either.Maybe the problem was the world [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]