I recalled the roofing truck outside of Belle Rive.
I sat on the bed abruptly. Where had that come from? Was I petty enough to be angry that my boyfriend had been thinking of a dozen different ways to be sure his descendants (the unfriendly and sometimes snooty Bellefleurs) prospered, while I, the love of his afterlife, worried herself to tears about her finances?
You bet, I was petty enough.
I should be ashamed of myself.
But later. My mind was not through toting up grievances.
As long as I was considering money (lack of), I wondered if it had even occurred to Eric when he dispatched me on this mission that since I'd be missing work, I wouldn't get paid. Since I wouldn't get paid, I couldn't pay the electric company, or the cable, or the phone, or my car insurance ... though I had a moral obligation to find Bill, no matter what had happened to our relationship, right?
I flopped back on the bed and told myself that this would all work out. I knew, in the back of my mind, that all I had to do was sit down with Bill - assuming I ever got him back - and explain my situation to him, and he'd ... he'd do something.
But I couldn't just take money from Bill. Of course, if we were married, it would be okay; husband and wife held all in common. But we couldn't get married. It was illegal.
And he hadn't asked me.
"Sookie?" a voice said from the doorway.
I blinked and sat up. Alcide was lounging against the jamb, his arms crossed over his chest.
"You okay?"
I nodded uncertainly.
"You missing him?"
I was too ashamed to mention my money troubles, and they weren't more important than Bill, of course. To simplify things, I nodded.
He sat beside me and put his arm around me. He was so warm. He smelled like Tide detergent, and Irish Spring soap, and man. I closed my eyes and counted to ten again.
"You miss him," he said, confirming. He reached across his body to take my left hand, and his right arm tightened around me.
You don't know how I miss him, I thought.
Apparently, once you got used to regular and spectacular sex, your body had a mind of its own (so to speak) when it was deprived of that recreation; to say nothing of missing the hugging and cuddling part. My body was begging me to knock Alcide Herveaux back onto the bed so it could have its way with him. Right now.
"I do miss him, no matter what problems we have," I said, and my voice came out tiny and shaky. I wouldn't open my eyes, because if I did, I might see on his face a tiny impulse, some little inclination, and that would be all it would take.
"What time do you think we should go to the club?" I asked, firmly steering in another direction.
He was so warm.
Other direction! "Would you like me to cook supper before we go?" Least I could do. I shot up off the bed like a bottle rocket; turned to face him with the most natural smile I could muster. Get out of close proximity, or jump his bones.
"Oh, let's go to the Mayflower Cafe. It looks like an old diner - it is an old diner - but you'll enjoy it. Everyone goes there - senators and carpenters, all kinds of people. They just serve beer, that okay?" I shrugged and nodded. That was fine with me. "I don't drink much," I told him.
"Me neither," he said. "Maybe because, every so often, my dad tends to drink too much. Then he makes bad decisions." Alcide seemed to regret having told me this. "After the Mayflower, we'll go to the club," Alcide said, much more briskly. "It gets dark real early these days, but the vamps don't show up till they've had some blood, picked up their dates, done some business. We should get there about ten. So we'll go out to eat about eight, if that suits you?"
"Sure, that'll be great." I was at a loss. It was only two in the afternoon. His apartment didn't need cleaning. There was no reason to cook. If I wanted to read, I had romance novels in my suitcase. But in my present condition, it was hardly likely to help my state of ... mind.
"Listen, would it be okay if I ran out to visit some clients?" he asked.
"Oh, that would be fine." I thought it would be all to the good if he wasn't in my immediate vicinity. "You go do whatever you need to do. I have books to read, and there's the television." Maybe I could begin the mystery novel.
"If you want to ... I don't know ... my sister, Janice, owns a beauty shop about four blocks away, in one of the older neighborhoods. She married a local guy. You want to, you could walk over and get the works."
"Oh, I ... well, that ..." I didn't have the sophistication to think of a smooth and plausible refusal, when the glaring roadblock to such a treat was my lack of money.
Suddenly, comprehension crossed his face. "If you stopped by, it would give Janice the opportunity to look you over. After all, you're supposed to be my girlfriend, and she hated Debbie. She'd really enjoy a visit."
"You're being awful nice," I said, trying not to sound as confused and touched as I felt. "That's not what I expected."
"You're not what I expected, either," he said, and left his sister's shop number by the phone before heading out on his business.
Chapter Five
Janice Herveaux Phillips (married two years, mother of one, I learned quickly) was exactly what I might have expected of a sister of Alcide's. She was tall, attractive, plainspoken, and confident; and she ran her business efficiently.
I seldom went into beauty parlors. My gran had always done her own home perms, and I had never colored my hair or done anything else to it, besides a trim now and then. When I confessed this to Janice, who'd noticed I was looking around me with the curiosity of the ignorant, her broad face split in a grin. "Then you'll need everything," she said with satisfaction.
"No, no, no," I protested anxiously. "Alcide - ."
"Called me on his cell phone and made it clear I was to give you the works," Janice said. "And frankly, honey, anyone who helps him recover from that Debbie is my best friend."
I had to smile. "But I'll pay," I told her.
"No, your money's no good here," she said. "Even if you break up with Alcide tomorrow, just getting him through tonight will be worth it."
"Tonight?" I began to have a sinking feeling that once again, I didn't know everything there was to know.
"I happen to know that tonight that bitch is going to announce her engagement at that club they go to," Janice said.
Okay, this time what I didn't know was something pretty major. "She's marrying the - man she took up with after she dumped Alcide?" (I barely stopped myself from saying, "The shapeshifter?")