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I laughed and plopped down on her yellow cotton sofa, thren the letter on the coffee table, and hugged a pillow to myself

She eyed the letter and then eyed ?”

I have always told her that her poas in her voice Soft and soothing and her logic was always unassailable I had come for some of that comfort food

She has a way of putting things in perspective “Auntie…did you do this?” I pointed at the letter “I know you…it is just the sort of thing you would do to help me out”

She picked up the letter but didn’t read it as she frowned and asked, “Do what, Bobbie my love?”

There it was, Aunt Elle being coy

A knock on the open door drew our heads around Rafael! I ju him Rafael was a friend of bothas I can remember Also, he is a vampire My mom spelled a charht It is a well-guarded secret

He is tall and beautiful, with silky dark auburn hair and amber eyes Latin A me

He hugged“What is it, Rafael?” I asked

His voice was grim “I’m here to warn you, Bobbie I had just arrived at your apart here”

“Warn me? Warn me about what?” I was astonished

He looked at Elle “You were right Your instincts are always spot on, Elle So to maintain a low profile while they were at it”

“A witch?” my aunt asked

“No, a vampire with a French accent No one I spoke to kneho he was and as far as I can tell, he has already left NY Luckily, the people he questioned are friends of mine and yours They did not mention Bobbie’s existence and he did not see Bobbie’s mother was the last of her line”

“I don’t like this, Rafael,” Aunt Elle said thoughtfully “Why, after all this ti for Bobbie’s mother?”