“So why are you here, Sam?”
“For you,” he said simply.
“I won’t know if it’s Bill all day, Sam.”
“Yes, I know.”
“What am I supposed to do all day? How can I wait?”
“Maybe some drugs,” he suggested. “What about sleeping pills or something?”
“I don’t have anything like that,” I said. “I’ve never had trouble sleeping.”
This conversation was getting odder and odder, but I don’t think I could have said anything else.
A big man was in front of me, the local law. He was sweating in the morning heat, and he looked like he’d been up for hours. Maybe he’d been on the night shift and had to stay on when the fire started.
When men I knew had started the fire.
“Did you know these people, miss?”
“Yes, I did. I’d met them.”
“Can you identify the remains?”
“Who could identify that?” I asked incredulously.
The bodies were almost gone now, featureless and disintegrating.
He looked sick. “Yes, ma’am. But the person.”
“I’ll look,” I said before I had time to think. The habit of being helpful was mighty hard to break.
As if he could tell I was about to change my mind, the big man knelt on the singed grass and unzipped the bag. The sooty face inside was that of a girl I’d never met. I thanked God.
“I don’t know her,” I said, and felt my knees give. Sam caught me before I was on the ground, and I had to lean against him.
“Poor girl,” I whispered. “Sam, I don’t know what to do.”
The law took part of my time that day. They wanted to know everything I knew about the vampires who had owned the house, and I told them, but it didn’t amount to much. Malcolm, Diane, Liam. Where they’d come from, their age, why they’d settled in Monroe, who their lawyers were; how would I know anything like that? I’d never even been to their house before.
When my questioner, whoever he was, found out that I’d met them through Bill, he wanted to know where Bill was, how he could contact him.
“He may be right there,” I said, pointing to the fourth coffin. “I won’t know till dark.” My hand rose of its own volition and covered my mouth.
Just then one of the firemen started to laugh, and his companion, too. “Southern fried vampires!” the shorter one hooted to the man who was questioning me. “We got us some Southern fried vampires here!”
He didn’t think it was so damn funny when I kicked him. Sam pulled me off and the man who’d been questioning me grabbed the fireman I’d attacked. I was screaming like a banshee and would have gone for him again if Sam had let go.
But he didn’t. He dragged me toward my car, his hands just as strong as bands of iron. I had a sudden vision of how ashamed my grandmother would have been to see me screaming at a public servant, to see me physically attack someone. The idea pricked my crazy hostility like a needle puncturing a balloon. I let Sam shove me into the passenger’s seat, and when he started the car and began backing away, I let him drive me home while I sat in utter silence.
We got to my house all too soon. It was only ten o’clock in the morning. Since it was daylight savings time I had at least ten plus hours to wait.
Sam made some phone calls while I sat on the couch staring ahead of me. Five minutes had passed when he came back into the living room.
“Come on, Sookie,” he said briskly. “These blinds are filthy.”
“What?”
“The blinds. How could you have let them go like this?”
“What?”
“We’re going to clean. Get a bucket and some ammonia and some rags. Make some coffee.”
Moving slowly and cautiously, afraid I might dry up and blow away like the bodies in the coffins, I did as he bid me.
Sam had the curtains down on the living-room windows by the time I got back with the bucket and rags.
“Where’s the washing machine?”
“Back there, off the kitchen,” I said, pointing.
Sam went back to the washroom with an armful of curtains. Gran had washed those not a month ago, for Bill’s visit. I didn’t say a word.
I lowered one of the blinds, closed it, and began washing. When the blinds were clean, we polished the windows themselves. It began raining about the middle of the morning. We couldn’t get the outside. Sam got the long-handled dust mop and got the spider webs out of the corners of the high ceiling, and I wiped down the baseboards. He took down the mirror over the mantel, dusted the parts that we couldn’t normally reach, and then we cleaned the mirror and rehung it. I cleaned the old marble fireplace till there wasn’t a trace of winter’s fire left. I got a pretty screen and put it over the fireplace, one painted with magnolia blossoms. I cleaned the television screen and had Sam lift it so I could dust underneath. I put all the movies back in their own boxes and labeled what I’d taped. I took all the cushions off the couch and vacuumed up the debris that had collected beneath them, finding a dollar and five cents in change. I vacuumed the carpet and used the dust mop on the wood floors.