"This is no good," I told the silent house. I turned on the radio and I started dancing. That is something I can do, though at the moment my skill was not important. It was the activity that counted. I threw myself into it. I thought, Maybe Tara and I can do a dance exercise program together. She and I had done routines together all through high school, and it would be easy for Tara to get back in shape that way (not that I needed to bring that up when I asked her). To my dismay, I was huffing and puffing after less than ten minutes, a not-so-subtle reminder that I myself could use a regular exercise program. I drove myself to continue for fifteen more minutes.
When I collapsed onto the couch, I felt relaxed, exhausted, and just about in need of another shower. As I sprawled there, taking deep breaths, I noticed my answering machine was blinking. In fact, it was blinking frequently. I had more than one message. I hadn't checked my e-mail in days, either. Plus, I'd gotten that call on my cell phone while I'd been in the shower. I had to reconnect with the world.
First, the answering machine. After the first beep, I heard a hang-up. I didn't recognize the number. Then a call from Tara to tell me she thought baby Sara had allergies. Then a request to take an important survey. It wasn't too surprising that amid all this exciting communication, I began to think about the lawsuit again.
Jane Bodehouse loved wrestling. Maybe if I called the only wrestler I knew, a guy named T-Rex, I could get her some ringside tickets. She'd be so happy she'd drop her lawsuit against Merlotte's . . . if she was even aware of it.
And there I was, back to worrying.
After my phone messages, I checked my e-mails. Most of them suggested I enlarge my nonexistent penis or help desperate lawyers get huge sums of money out of Africa, but one was from my godfather, Desmond Cataliades, the mostly demon lawyer who had (in my view) given me the bane of my existence when he "gifted" me with telepathy. In his view, he'd endowed me with a priceless advantage over other humans. I'd received this birth present because I was the granddaughter of Mr. Cataliades's great friend Fintan and Fintan's, well, his girlfriend - my grandmother, Adele Stackhouse. Not only was I a descendant of a fairy, I possessed the "essential spark." Whatever that was. And that was why I'd been lucky enough to manifest the telepathy.
Mr. Cataliades wrote:
Dearest Sookie, I am back in New Orleans, having settled my issues with the local supernatural community and done some essential detective work. I hope to visit you very soon to verify your well-being and to give you some information. I hear rumors of what is happening in your life, and those rumors disturb me.
Me, too, Mr. C. Me, too. I responded by telling him that I was doing okay and that I'd be glad to see him. I wasn't sure if any of that was true, but it sounded good.
Michele, Jason's fiancee, had e-mailed me two days ago from her job at the car dealership.
Hi Sookie! Let's get a pedicure together tomorrow! I have the morning off. What about nine o'clock at Rumpty?
I'd had only one pedicure before, but I'd enjoyed it, and I liked Michele fine; but we didn't necessarily have the same idea about what constituted a good time. However, she was going to be my sister-in-law soon, and I sent back an abject apology for not checking my e-mail sooner.
Tara had sent me a message.
Hey girlfriend, I really enjoyed our road trip. I'm wearing the shorts right now, lol. We have to do something about the babies' room, I can hardly get my fat ass in there. I thought it was big enuf before I had twins! I'm hiring a babysitter so I can get back to work part time. Here are some more pictures of the babies.
They didn't look much different from the way they had in the pictures she had yesterday. Nonetheless, I sent her an admiring message. I know what a friend should do. I wondered how Tara and JB could increase the size of the babies' little room. Sam was pretty handy with carpentry. Maybe they'd rope him in, too.
I'd gotten a text from Jason. "U working 2morrow?" I assured him I was. He probably needed to drop in to talk about some detail of the wedding, which was going to be about as casual as a wedding could be.
I thought of turning on the television, but it was summer, so there wasn't much point. I'd read instead. I got the top book off the library stack on my bedside table and was pleased to discover it was the latest Dana Stabenow. It's really a treat to read about Alaska when it's a summer day that peaked at 104 degrees. I hoped that maybe someday I'd get up there. I wanted to see a grizzly bear, and I wanted to see a glacier, and I wanted to eat fresh salmon.
I found I was holding the book in both hands and imagining. Since I couldn't concentrate on the page, I might as well throw supper together. It was getting late. While I made a salad with cherry tomatoes and dried cranberries and chopped chicken, I tried to picture how big a grizzly might be. I'd never seen any kind of bear in the wild, though twice I'd found prints in the woods I was pretty sure were a black bear's.
I was in a better mood altogether as I ate and read, two of my favorite activities.
It had been a long day, what with one thing and another, and by the time I crawled into my bed, I was ready to sleep. A peaceful night with no dreams; that was what I wanted. And for a while, I got it.
"Sookie."
"Mmmh?"
"Wake up, Sookie. I need to talk to you."
My bedroom was quite dark. Even the little night-light I left on in the bathroom was out. But I knew, even before I caught his familiar scent, that Eric was in my room.
"I'm awake," I said, still struggling to clear the sleep out of my head. The jolt of fear I'd gotten had gone far toward that end. "Why are you sneaking in like this? I gave you a key for emergencies, not for surprise night visits."
"Sookie, listen to me."
"I'm listening." Not happy about this approach to conversation, though.
"I had to be curt on the phone. There are ears all around me. No matter what happens in public - no matter what - don't doubt that I love you and care about your welfare . . . as much as I am able."
Not good.
"And you're telling me this because you're going to do something bad to me in public," I said, sadly unsurprised.
"I hope it won't come to that," he said, and he put his arms around me. In happier times, I'd found that being close to Eric in the summer was very pleasant because his body temp was so low, but I wasn't in the mood to enjoy the sensation just at the moment. "I have to go," he said. "I had only an hour when I wouldn't be missed. I was angry when you saved Sam. But I can't just dismiss you as if I didn't care. And I can't leave you unprotected tonight. My guard will be here if you consent."