Cathy.
Guess who Francis the Selectively Deaf paid attention to?
I cast an imploring look at Kit and Camille.
âIâm sure Francis has things to do around the house,â I said. âLike his chores? Maybe somebody needs to scrub the toilet?â
âVampires donât go to the bathroom,â Kit said gloomily. âSo guess whose turn it always is to scrub the toilet.â
I was freaked out by the long-suffering way he said vampires , as if he was saying adults .
âThe Shade is not entirely safe for human strangers at night,â Camille said, with an unreadable look at me that could have been an apology. âBetter overcautious than missing a jugular vein, as the saying goes.â
That was a very morbid saying. Maybe only vampires said it.
Maybe only French vampires said it.
âIâll walk with you guys and Uncle Francis,â Kit offered.
Cathy heard that. Possibly it was hearing someone name Francis so familiarly that woke her from her reverie. She gave Francis an inquiring look.
âSometimes I call him that,â Kit said. âBecause heâs an old person.â
âHe has never called me that before in his life,â Francis remarked in a frozen voice.
âYou probably donât remember,â Kit told him. âThatâs why itâs best that I go with you, Uncle Francis. You could have one of your senile fits and end up forgetting your way home. Think how weâd miss you. Think how weâd miss the lute playing.â
Kitâs eyes slid back to me to see if I was smiling.
I wasnât. Kit might be making fun of Francis, an activity I approved of and enjoyed, but I didnât do it in that easy, affectionate way. Inexplicable though it was, Kit was obviously fond of Francis.
Why were all the people I met drawn to vampires? Youâd think they really did have hypnotic powers.
Francis, naturally, responded with all the warmth of an offended iceberg. âKit, I beg of you not to display your usual insolence before guests. I dread to think what impressions Catherine has formed of our shade.â
âOh no,â Cathy said. âEveryoneâs been lovely.â
âI offered to walk them home,â Kit put in. âAlways the perfect little gentleman, yours truly.â
âYou are too kind,â Francis murmured to Cathy. âShall we, my dear?â
Cathy glowed, slipping her hand into the proffered crook of his arm, and he led her out the front door. Camille stood at the threshold, still and dignified, the lady of the house.
âThank you for having us,â I heard Cathy tell Camille earnestly.
âCome back anytime. Either of you.â It was sweet of her not mention the fact that we had broken in.
I hoped we wouldnât be back. But given the way Cathy and Francis were looking at each other, it was a forlorn hope. I had a vision of incredibly awkward dinner parties, with half the table not eating. Of Ty and me chatting with Camille the vampire cop while Francis and Cathy sat on a sofa gazing into each otherâs eyes. Francisâs feelings for her were obviously real. Sonnets? Ballads?
He couldnât have known that she would ever hear about them. I couldnât think of any reason for him to write them and torment his shade with lute playing unless he felt something for her.
Though who knew what vampires actually felt.
Even if it was real, it was still creepy.
âI need to get my bike,â I said, stomping down the front steps.
Kit kissed his mom on the cheek and then came down the porch steps to join me.
âSorry about the petunia bed,â I mumbled as I picked up my bike and tried not to tread on the already trampled flowers.
âNo problem,â he said. âMinty changes the whole garden every few months. Some vampiresââand he said the word that way again, as if they were the grown-upsââget very bored. Landscape gardening. Redecorating. Sheâs
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