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FOURTEEN

Sinclair and I were rigid in our bed For one of the very few ti each other into semiconsciousness

Nope Thanks to the zo on ourat the ceiling "It&039;s just so creepy He&039;s our friend and I wanted him back-"

"Monkey&039;s paw," Sinclairaround our house"

"He has to keep busy"

Boy, did he Marc had explained that he needed tons ofhe could to keep his zombie brain sharp Apparently thework (like accountants, I guess), which kept hi brains Excuse me: Braaaaaaaains Marc was aGeorge Romero creation

Okay Fine We could adapt We had to adapt to weird stupid things all the ti a zo to keep busy so he wouldn&039;t rot

I wriggled around on our new bed (Sinclair and I occasionally broke our beds, which e were on bed no 7thank goodness Sinclair was rich!), which mussed our sheets

"Now I&039;hed

"You think I&039; around being all creepy"

We stared at the ceiling for a few ical," Sinclair said

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I cannot actually hear anything We did not knoas in the house before he revealed himself Noe know he is not only here, he is a zoical"

"I have no idea what you just said Oh, fuck"

"Was that a request, or an epithet?"

"My mom&039;s supposed to drop BabyJon off tomorrow" BabyJon was my half brother/ward/son, kinda But because I was a vampire, and all sorts of bad shit tended to happen around ood neas, she&039;d had to baby-sit so often she was actually getting attached to the kid "This is gonna be so laain, and by the way, you can&039;t drop him off because now there&039;s a zombie in the house and we&039;re not sure he can be trusted, here&039;s h"

"The alternative is even less pleasant"

"Da soht back"

"Yes?"

"Yeah But she wants to meet at this farm outside the Cities, God knohy" My husband flinched at the G word, and I y To all vampires except me, the G as like the lash of a whip, or a summons to traffic court: unbearably painful "She said she&039;s got stuff to show me and she wanted to meet on neutral territory So souess"

"I shall acco in silence for a few seconds, broken by Sinclair&039;s hopeful "Perhaps, to take our mind off the problem, we could-"

"Uh, no It&039;s just too weird I won&039;t be able to not hear hiht"

Stupid Thanksgiving

FIFTEEN

"It&039;s here, okay? Turn left here, that&039;s what her directions say"