All Together Dead by Charlaine Harris Page A

flat against the wall, her face distorted with pain and anger. My parting shot had been a true one. One of Arlene’s boyfriends had stolen the family silverware, and her husbands…hard to know where to start.
    Pam and I were outside before I could react to her presence.
    I was rigid with the shock of Arlene’s verbal attack and my own fury. “I shouldn’t have said anything about him,” I said. “Just because one of Arlene’s husbands was a murderer is no reason for me to be ugly.” I was absolutely channeling my grandmother, and I gave a shaky hoot of laughter.
    Pam was a little shorter than I, and she looked up into my face curiously as I struggled to control myself.
    “She’s a whore, that one,” Pam said.
    I pulled a Kleenex out of my purse to blot my tears. I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.
    Pam held my hand and wiped my tears off with her thumb. The tender effect was a little weakened when she stuck the thumb in her mouth, but I figured she meant well.
    “I wouldn’t call her a whore, but she’s truly not as careful as she might be about who she goes with,” I admitted.
    “Why do you defend her?”
    “Habit,” I said. “We were friends for years and years.”
    “What did she do for you, with her friendship? What benefit was there?”
    “She…” I had to stop and think. “I guess I was just able to say I had a friend. I cared about her kids, and I helped her out with them. When she couldn’t work, I’d take her hours, and if she worked for me, I’d clean her trailer in return. She’d come see me if I was sick and bring me food. Most of all, she was tolerant of my differences.”
    “She used you and yet you felt grateful,” Pam said. Her expressionless white face gave me no clue to her feelings.
    “Listen, Pam, it wasn’t like that.”
    “How was it, Sookie?”
    “She really did like me. We really did have some good times.”
    “She’s lazy. That extends to her friendships. If it’s easy to be friendly, she will be. If the wind blows the other way, her friendship will be gone. And I’m thinking the wind is blowing the other way. She has found some other way to be an important person in her own right, by hating others.”
    “Pam!”
    “Is this not true? I’ve watched people for years. I know people.”
    “There’s true stuff you should say, and true stuff that’s better left unsaid.”
    “There’s true stuff you would rather I left unsaid,” she corrected me.
    “Yes. As a matter of fact, that’s…true.”
    “Then I’ll leave you and go back to Shreveport.” Pam turned to walk around the building to where her car was parked in front.
    “Whoa!”
    She turned back. “Yes?”
    “Why were you here in the first place?”
    Pam smiled unexpectedly. “Aside from asking you questions about your relationship with my maker? And the bonus of meeting your delectable roommate?”
    “Oh. Yeah. Aside from all that.”
    “I want to talk to you about Bill,” she said to my utter surprise. “Bill, and Eric.”

Chapter 7
    “I don’t have anything to say.” I unlocked my car and tossed my purse inside. Then I turned to face Pam, though I was tempted to get in the car and go home.
    “We didn’t know,” the vampire said. She walked slowly, so I could see her coming. Sam had left two lawn chairs out in front of his trailer, set at right angles to the rear of the bar, and I got them out of his yard and set them by the car. Pam took the hint and perched in one while I took the other.
    I drew a deep, silent breath. I had wondered ever since I returned from New Orleans if all the vamps in Shreveport had known Bill’s secret purpose in courting me. “I wouldn’t have told you,” Pam said, “even if I had known Bill had been charged with a mission, because…vampires first.” She shrugged. “But I promise you that I didn’t know.”
    I bobbed my head in acknowledgment, and a little pocket of tension in me