Hmmm…there must be something I can do to get his attention.
Chad eyed two rolled up towels on a shelf near the tank.Ah, those must be what he uses to dry off. I know! Wouldn’t it be fun if dry towels weren’t so handy, and he had to drip across the floor all the way to the bathroom?
Chad concentrated on the towels until they floated off the shelf and hovered in midair. When he was ready, he mentally directed them over the tank and dumped them into the water.
The disturbed surface tension alerted Jules and he opened his eyes. “Hey!”
Grabbing the waterlogged towels, he glanced around the room in confusion.
Heh Heh. That was fun.
“Very funny, Chad,” the super said.
Huh? He knows about me?
Chad cleared his throat and yelled,“Hey, Jules. I’m over here.”
Jules ignored him and climbed onto the edge of his tank. He wrung out the wet towels and waited until his tail turned into legs.
I’ll try telepathy one more time. “Hellooo…Your momma’s a guppy.”
Jules pattered across the floor, leaving a wet trail behind him.
With no real satisfaction in the effort, Chad let out a deep sigh.Okay, cross another resident off my list of intelligent conversationalists.
Sly had made love to Morgaine, twice. They lay side by side, holding hands, basking in the afterglow. The way he whispered endearments to her while he was thrusting affirmed the loving nature she knew he had.
Making love.Yes, those were the right words—not fucking. He loved her. He must. She’d made him nuts for taking a risk to her own safety. He had said in that way, she was like Alice. His dear departed wife, who drove him out of his mind by attending rallies and protest marches despite his worry that violence might break out.
He hadn’t said the words to her yet, but she was sure he’d find the right moment.
“I don’t want you putting yourself in that kind of danger again, Morgaine.”
“Oh, come on, Sly. Don’t kill the mood. I did good, right?”
“Yes, you did.”
After resealing the doors against vampires, then inviting him in again, Mikhail had been so impressed he offered her two cases of wine. His cases were actual briefcases lined with plastic foamin the shape of his bottles. Each one carried only three precious bottles. They sat at the foot of their bed.
“And I ‘saw’ how we can make more, so you’ll always have your cure. That vision probably wouldn’t have happened, if I hadn’t been in the warehouse.”
“I know, sweetheart, but Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack!”
“Like that would have killed you?”
He chuckled. “You’re right. It wouldn’t have. Otherwise, I’d be dead.”
She rolled up onto one elbow and stared down at him. “Well, I’m glad you’re not. And by the way, why do you call on Jesus? I didn’t think vampires could be Christians anymore.”
He shrugged. “Why not? I was raised Catholic and was never excommunicated. It’s not like I chose to become a vampire. I don’t think there’s a manual that says vampires have to surrender their rosary beads. Is there?”
She chuckled. “Forget I asked.”
Just as she was scooting down the bed, getting ready for a third round, the phone rang.
Damn.
She groped for her smartphone on the nightstand. On the fourth ring, she answered it.
