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"By personal stuff . . . things that are only about me and him. Like if I wasn't happy with the way he treated me, or if I thought he needed to be around more, or if he'd go with me to Jason and Michele's wedding. If I needed to talk about any of those things, I would. But I know pieces of information that affect other people, and I don't always tell him those things, because he has such a different perspective. "
"You know you can tell me, if you need to talk about something. You know I'll listen and I won't tell anyone. "
"I know that, Sam. You're the best friend I've got. And I hope you know I'm always ready to listen to anything you need to talk about. I'm sure Eric and I will get back to normal when Felipe leaves . . . when the boat stops rocking. "
"Maybe you will," he said. "But you know that if you get nervous out there, I got an extra bedroom here. "
"Jannalynn would kill me," I said. I'd spoken the first thought that went through my head, and I could have slapped myself. I'd spoken the truth-but I was talking about Sam's girlfriend. "Sorry, Sam! I'm afraid Jannalynn believes you and I have a-a lurid past. I guess she's not there tonight?"
"She's working tonight, at Hair of the Dog. She's watching the phones and the bar traffic while Alcide's having meetings in the back room. You're right, she's a little possessive," he admitted. "It was kind of flattering at first, you know? But then I began to wonder if that means she doesn't have any faith in my integrity. "
"Sam, if she has a grain of sense she can't possibly doubt you. " (I was pretty sure Jannalynn blamed it all on me. ) "You're an honest guy. "
"Thanks," he said gruffly. "Well . . . I've kept you talking long enough. Call me if you need me. By the way, as long as we're talking about relationship stuff, do you know why Kennedy's mad at Danny? She's been snapping at everyone. "
"Danny's keeping some kind of secret from her, and she's afraid it's about another woman. "
"It's not?" Sam knew all about my telepathic ability.
"No, it isn't. I don't know what it is. At least he isn't stripping at Hooligans. " One of us had talked, which was inevitable, and the story of JB's second job had gotten a lot of comment in Bon Temps.
"She didn't think about just asking Danny what he was doing?"
"I don't think so. "
"Children, children," Sam said, as if he were in his sixties instead of in his thirties.
I laughed. I was in a better mood when we hung up.
Dermot came in about half an hour later. Normally, my great-uncle was at least content in a low-keyed way. Tonight he wasn't even approaching happiness; he was actively worried.
"What's up?"
"Claude's absence is making them restless. "
"Because he has such charisma that he keeps them all in line. " Claude had as much personality as a turnip.
"Yes," Dermot said simply. "I know you don't feel Claude's charm. But when he's among his own people, they can see his strength and purpose. "
"We're talking about the guy who chose to stay among humans rather than go into Faery when it was closing. " I just didn't get it.
"Claude's told me two things about that," Dermot said, going to the refrigerator and pouring a glass of milk. "He said he knew the portals were closing, but he felt he couldn't leave without tying up his business affairs here, and he never imagined that Niall would really stick to his decision. On the whole, the gamble of staying here appealed to him more. But he told the others, all the assortment of fae at Hooligans, that Niall denied him entry. "
I noticed that Dermot was admitting, though not explicitly, that he didn't have the high opinion of Claude that the other fae did. "Why'd he tell two stories? Which do you believe?"
Dermot shrugged. "Maybe both are true, more or less," he said. "I think Claude was reluctant to leave this human world. He's amassing money that could be working for him here while he's in Faery. He's been talking with lawyers about setting up a trust, or something like that. It would continue to earn him money even if he vanishes. That way if he wants to return to this world, he will be a rich man and able to live as he wants. And there are advantages, even when you live in Faery, to having financial assets here. "
"Like what?"
Dermot looked surprised. "Like having the ability to buy things that aren't available in Faery," he said. "Like having the wherewithal to make trips out here occasionally, to indulge in things that aren't . . . acceptable in our own world. "
"Like what?" I asked again.
"Some of us like human drugs and sex," Dermot said. "And some of us like human music very much. And human scientists have thought of some wonderful products that are very useful in our world. "
I was tempted to say "Like what?" a third time, but I didn't want to sound like a parrot. The more I heard, the more curious it seemed.
"Why do you think Claude went with Niall?" I asked instead.
"I think he wants to become secure in Niall's affection," Dermot said promptly. "And I think he wants to remind the rest of the fae world what an enticing option they have cut off, since Niall closed the portals and guards them so rigorously. But I don't know. " He shrugged. "I'm his kinsman, so he has to shelter me and defend me. But he doesn't have to confide in me. "
"So he's still trying to have it both ways," I said.
"Yes," Dermot said simply. "That's Claude. "
Just then there was a knock at the back door. Dermot raised his head and sniffed. "There's one of the troubles," he said, and went to answer it. Our caller was Bellenos the elf, whose needlelike inch-long teeth were terrifying when he smiled. I remember how he'd grinned when he'd presented me with the head of my enemy.
Our new visitor had bloody hands. "What you been doing, Bellenos?" I asked, proud that my voice was so even.
"I've been hunting, my fair one," he said, and gave me that scary grin. "I was complaining of being restless, and Dermot gave me leave to hunt in your woods. I had a wonderful time. "
"What did you catch?"
"A deer," he said. "A full-grown doe. "
It wasn't hunting season, but I didn't think anyone from the Department of Wildlife and Fisheries was going to fine Bellenos. One look at his true face, and they'd run screaming. "Then I'm glad you took the opportunity," I said, but I resolved to have a private word with Dermot about granting hunting privileges on my land without consulting me.
"Some of the rest of us would like to hunt here, too," the elf suggested.
"I'll think about it," I said, none too pleased at the idea. "Long as that hunting was restricted to deer, and you stayed on my land . . . I'll let you know soon. "
"My kindred are getting restless," Bellenos said, in what was not quite a warning. "We would all like to get out of the club. We would all like to visit your woods, experience the peacefulness of your house. "
I shoved my deep uneasiness down into a little pocket inside me. I could fish it out later and have a good look at it after Bellenos left. "I understand," I said, and offered him water. When he nodded, I poured a glass full of cold water from the pitcher in the refrigerator. He gulped it all down. Hunting deer in the dark with your bare hands was apparently thirsty work. After the water was gone, Bellenos asked if he could clean up, and I pointed out the hall bathroom and put out a towel.
When the door was safely shut, I gave Dermot a look.
"I know you have reason to be angry, Sookie," he said. He came closer and dropped his voice. "Bellenos is the most dangerous. If he gets tense and bored, bad things will happen. It seemed wisest to give him a safety valve. I hope you'll forgive me for granting him permission, since we're family. " Dermot's big blue eyes, so like my brother's, looked at me imploringly.
I wasn't too pleased, but Dermot's reasoning made all kinds of sense. The image of a repressed elf fi
nally cutting loose on the people of Monroe was a picture I didn't want in my head. "I get what you're saying," I told him. "But if you ever want to let someone run free on my land again, check with me first. " And I gave him a very level look to let him know I meant it.
"I will," he said. I wasn't convinced. Dermot was a lot of good things, but I couldn't see him as a strong or decisive leader. "They're tired of waiting," he said hopelessly. "I guess I am, too. "
"Would you leave for Faery?" I asked. I tried a smile. "Can you live without your HGTV and your Cheetos?" I wanted to ask my great-uncle if he could live without me, but that would be too pitiful. We'd gotten along without each other just fine for most of our lives-but there was no denying I was fond of him.
"I love you," he said unexpectedly. "The happiest I've been in years is the time I've spent here with you, in this house. It's so peaceful. "
This was the second time in a few minutes that a fae had said my house was peaceful. My conscience stirred inside me. I suspected very strongly that it was not me or the house that attracted creatures with fae blood; it was the hidden presence of the cluviel dor.
Bellenos came out wrapped in a towel, holding out his bloody clothes. His pallor-and his freckles-extended all over. "Sister, can you wash these in your machine? I had only planned to scrub my face and arms, but I thought how good it would feel to be completely clean. "
As I took the stained clothes to the washer on the back porch, I was glad I'd taken Mr. Cataliades's warning to heart. If the cluviel dor had such influence when they couldn't even see it, didn't even know it was present, how much more would they want to touch it if they could? What would they do if I wouldn't give it up?
After I'd started Bellenos's clothes on the cold cycle, I remained on the back porch looking out through the screen door at the night. The bugs were in full symphony. It was almost noisy enough to be annoying. I was glad all over again for the blessed invention of air-conditioning, even if the house was cooled by window units instead of central heat and air. I could close and lock my windows at night and keep the drone of the insects at bay . . . and feel safe against the appearance of other things. One of those other things was strolling out of the trees right now.
"Hey, Bill," I said quietly.
"Sookie. " He moved closer. Even when I knew he was there, I couldn't hear him. Vampires can be so quiet.
"I guess you heard my visitor?" I said.
"Yes. Found what was left of the deer. Elf?"
"Bellenos. You've met him. "
"The guy who took the heads? Yeah. Dermot is home?"
"He's here. "
"You really shouldn't be alone with Bellenos. " Bill, a serious guy, sounded very grim indeed when he said this.
"I don't intend to be. Dermot will take him back to Monroe, either tonight or tomorrow morning. Eric call you tonight?"
"Yeah. I'm going to Shreveport in an hour. I'm meeting Heidi there. " He hesitated for a moment. "I understand she still has a living relative. "
"Her son in Nevada. He's a drug addict, I believe. "
"To have living flesh of your flesh. It must be a very strange feeling to be able to talk to your immediate kin. This age of vampires is so much different from that when I was turned. I can hardly believe that I now know my great-great-great-grandchildren. "
Bill's maker had ordered him out of Bon Temps and even out of the state for a long time, so he wouldn't be recognized by his wife and children or his local acquaintances. That was the old way.
I noted the wistfulness in his voice. "I don't think it's been very healthy for Heidi to keep in touch with her son," I said. "She's younger than he is, now, and . . . " Then I shut up. The rest of the sad story was Heidi's to tell.
"Several days ago, Danny Prideaux came to me to ask if he can be my daytime man," Bill said suddenly, and after a moment I understood that Bill was thinking of human connections.
So that was Danny's big secret. "Huh. He already has a part-time job at the lumberyard. "
"With two jobs, he thinks he can ask his young woman to marry him. "
"Oh, wow! Danny's gonna ask Kennedy to marry him? That's wonderful. You know who he's dating? Kennedy, who works behind the bar at Merlotte's?"
"The one who killed her boyfriend. " Bill seemed displeased by this bit of information.
"Bill, the guy was beating her. And she served her jail time. Not that you have any room to talk. You hired him?"
Bill looked a little abashed. "I agreed to a trial period. I don't have enough work for a full-time person, but it would be very pleasant to have a part-time helper. I wouldn't have to ask you for help all the time, which I'm sure is inconvenient for you. "
"I haven't minded making the occasional phone call," I said. "But I know you'd like to have someone you don't have to keep thanking. I wish Danny'd tell Kennedy what he's up to. Not knowing is making her have all kinds of bad thoughts about him. "
"If they're going to have a real relationship, she has to learn to trust him. " Bill gave me an enigmatic look and melted back into the trees.
"I trust people when they've proved they're trustworthy," I muttered, and went back in the house. The kitchen was empty. Sounded like Bellenos and Dermot had gone upstairs to watch television; I caught the faint sound of a laugh track. I climbed halfway up the stairs, intending to suggest that Bellenos move his own clothes from the washer to the dryer, but I paused when I heard them talking during a commercial break.
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