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to Joe's, grab a drink. Catch up."

"Catch up," she repeated. It was absurd and sad at the same side.

"Come on, Alison."

"Andrea."

"Right, Andrea."

"For crying out loud." But when he unlocked the passenger side of the silver

Intrepid and held the door for her, she climbed in.




Chapter 3



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"I'LL have a Bud," Daniel said. Huge surprise. He turned to her. "Can you—uh—"

"White wine." She sighed. "Anything from 1985."
"So you can drink stuff that isn't blood?" he asked after the waitress

swivel-hipped away.

"Yes. I can drink anything, it just doesn't—ah—satisfy me."

"Oh. So, how'd you become a vampire?"

She shrugged.

"Oh, come on. I really want to know! I mean, this is just so cool!"

"Yes, being undead is a laugh a minute. I can't think why I didn't do it

before."

"Come on, it can't be all bad. I bet you're really super-strong, right? And

fast?"

She shrugged.

"And you can prob'ly see in the dark like a cat. And you've got that whole sex