"You heard from your sister, Frannie?" I asked, hoping I wasn't bringing up another doleful subject. My heart lightened when he smiled.
"She's married," he said. "Can you believe it? I thought I'd lost her forever when she ran off. I thought she'd take drugs and whore around. But once she got away from us, from me and Mom, she got a job as a waitress in a cafe in New Mexico. She met a guy at the cafe who does something in the tourist industry. Next thing you know, they went to a wedding chapel. So far, so good. How's your brother?"
"He's getting married to a woman who's not a supe," I said. "But she seems to love him for what he is, and she doesn't expect more than he can give." My brother's emotional and intellectual ranges were limited, though they were expanding bit by bit. Like Frannie, Jason had grown up a lot recently. After being bitten and becoming a werepanther, Jason's life had gotten chaotic, but now he was getting it together.
Besides our families, Quinn and I didn't really talk about anything in particular. It was a relaxing walk, even in the steamy heat that had followed the end of the rain.
He didn't ask me any questions about my situation with Eric, and that was a relief.
"After I do a tour through your woods, what else can I do for you, Sookie?" Quinn asked. "I want to do something besides sit around and hear stuff that's just embarrassing."
"Yeah, that was pretty awful. No matter how hard Amelia and I try to be friends, something always happens."
"It happens because she can't keep her mouth shut," Quinn said, and I shrugged. That was the way Amelia was. To my surprise, Quinn put his arm around me and pulled me close, and I wondered if I'd sent out the wrong signal.
"Listen, Sookie," he murmured, smiling down at me in a fond way, "I don't want to scare you or anything, but someone's in the woods and they're walking along the driveway parallel to us. You got any ideas who it might be? If they're armed?" His voice was not agitated, and I did my best to match his ease. It was incredibly hard not to turn to stare into the woods.
I made myself smile up at Quinn. "I sure don't. Not a human, or I'd get the brain signature. Can't be a vamp, it's daylight."
Quinn expelled all the breath in his lungs and drew in a chestful of air. "Ask me, it might be a fairy," he whispered. "I'm just getting a touch of fae. There are so many scents in the air after the rain."
"But the fae are all gone," I said, reminding myself to let my expression change. After all, I wouldn't be beaming at Quinn for five minutes while we strolled down the road. "That's what my great-grandfather told me."
"I think he was wrong," Quinn said. "Let's casually turn to head back to the house."
I took Quinn's hand and swung it enthusiastically. I felt like an idiot, but I needed something physical to do while I sent out my other sense. I finally found the brain signature of whatever creature lurked in the woods, which provided easy concealment due to the natural effects of summer (rain and light) and the benefits of Niall's blessing on the land. The closer to my house we got, the thicker the vegetation became. The area right at the edge of the yard might almost be a jungle.
"You think he's going to shoot?" I said with a smile. I swung Quinn's hand like I was a child walking with her grandpa.
"I don't smell a gun," he said. "Enough with the hand swinging. I need to be able to move quick."
I let go, somewhat embarrassed. "Let's try to get into the house. Without getting killed."
But whoever was stalking us didn't make a move. It was almost an anticlimax to walk across the enclosed back porch, wondering every second if something terrible would happen, and then to make it in the door and shut it behind us . . . and nothing happened. Nothing at all.
Barry had decided to make hamburgers to cook on the grill in the backyard. He was putting chopped onion and seasoned salt and green peppers in the meat and forming the patties, and he was mighty startled when we bolted into the kitchen and ducked.
"What the hell?" he said.
"Someone was out there," I said.
He crouched, too. He closed his eyes and concentrated. "I have no idea," he said, after a moment. "Whoever it was, he's left, Sookie."
"Smelled like a fairy," Quinn told Barry.
"They're all gone," Barry said. "That's what the Texas vampires told me. Said they'd cleaned out lock, stock, and barrel."
"They are all gone," I said. "I know that for a fact. So either Quinn's nose is wrong or we have a rogue."
"Or a reject," Barry said quietly.
"Or an escapee. Whatever he is, why is he skulking in the woods?" Quinn asked.
But I didn't have any answer. And when nothing else happened, we three began to think nothing would. Quinn decided to delay his search of the woods until the evening. There wasn't any point going out there now.
Though it felt anticlimactic, I began slicing tomatoes for the hamburgers, and then I cut up a watermelon. Quinn volunteered to make some home fries. Since he'd put a ten-pound bag of potatoes in the cart today, I was glad he had a plan to use them up.
With all three of us working in the kitchen, supper came together. I pretended not to see when Quinn ate one burger before it was cooked, and Barry hastily volunteered to take the others out to the grill. I put together a baked bean casserole, and Quinn began frying the potatoes. I set the table and washed the preparation dishes.
It was almost like running a boardinghouse, I thought, when I called everyone down for dinner.
Chapter 13
Amazingly, the meal went well. There was just enough room for us at the kitchen table when I opened two folding chairs my gran had kept in the living room closet.
Amelia had obviously been crying, but she was calm now. Bob touched her every chance he got. Mr. Cataliades explained that he and Diantha had recalled an errand in town, and after we'd shared hamburgers and French fries and beans and watermelon, they took off.
We all helped clear away the kitchen. After dinner, Barry sat in a living room armchair with his feet propped up, focusing on his e-reader. Bob and Amelia cuddled on the couch watching a rebroadcast of The Terminator. Cheerful. After consuming three cooked hamburgers and a quart of French fries, Quinn loped outside to conduct a fruitless search of the woods. After an hour, discouraged and filthy, he returned to the house to tell me that he had smelled two vampires (presumably Bill and Karin) and a faint trace of fairy in the place we'd been when we were followed. But there was nothing else to find. He was leaving for a motel by the interstate.