He looked politely attentive.
“A young woman, a woman at least part Were, came to my boyfriend’s home a few nights ago,” I said. “She was irresistible to him.”
“Did he kil her?”
“No, but he drank from her, though normal y he has very good self-control. I think this young woman was carrying a vial of fairy blood. She opened it when she got close to Eric to make herself attractive to him. She may even have drunk it herself so the blood would permeate her. Do you have any ideas about where the blood might have come from?” I regarded him steadily.
“You want to know if she got the blood from one of us?”
“I do.”
Bel enos said, “It’s possible a fairy sold blood without knowing what it would be used for.”
I thought that was bul shit, but in the interests of getting an answer, I said, “Certainly.”
“I’l inquire,” he said. “And you send the letter.”
Without further ado, he rose and glided out of the bar, receiving only a casual glance or two. I went back to the calendar to check, the one posted behind the bar. Danny had final y left to return to work, and Kennedy was actual y singing to herself as she aimlessly shifted bottles and glasses around. She grinned at me as she “worked.”
I was just bending closer to look at the June page when my cel rang. I whipped it out of my pocket. JB!
“What happened?” I asked.
“We got a boy and a girl!” he yel ed. “They’re fine! Tara’s fine! They got al their fingers and toes! They’re big enough! They’re perfect!”
“Oh, I’m so happy! You give Tara a hug for me. I’l try to get over to the hospital to see those little ones. The minute you’re home I’l bring supper over, you hear?”
“I’l tel her,” he said, but he was in such a daze I knew he’d forget the minute he hung up. That was okay.
Grinning like a baboon, I told Kennedy the good news. I cal ed Jason, because I wanted to share the happiness.
“That’s good,” he said absently. “I’m real glad for ’em. Listen, Sook, we may be closing in on a wedding date. There any day you just couldn’t be there?”
“Probably not. If you pick a weekday, I might have to change my work schedule, but I can usual y swing that.” Especial y now that I owned a piece of the bar, though I’d kept that to myself. As far as I knew, Jannalynn was the only person Sam had told, and even that had surprised me a little.
“Great! We’re going to pin it down tonight. We’re thinking in a couple of weeks.”
“Wow, that’s quick. Sure, just let me know.”
There were so many happy events going on. After Bel enos’s unexpected visit, it was impossible to forget that I had worries … but it was fairly easy to put them on the back burner and revel in the good things.
The hot afternoon drew to an end. In the summer, fewer people came in to drink after work. They headed home to mow their yards, hop in the aboveground pool, and take their kids to sports events.
One of our alcoholics, Jane Bodehouse, showed up around five o’clock. When she’d gotten cut from flying glass during the firebombing a few weeks before, Jane had gotten sewed up and had returned to the bar within twenty- four hours. For a few days, she got to enjoy painkil ers
Since the bar was stil almost empty, I sat down to have a conversation with Jane when I served her the first drink of the day. Maybe. Kennedy joined us after she’d made sure the two guys at the bar had ful glasses. To make them even happier, she turned the TV to ESPN.
Any conversation with Jane was rambling and tended to bounce back and forth between decades with no warning. When Kennedy mentioned her own pageant days, Jane said, “I was Miss Red River Val ey and Miss Razorback and Miss Renard Parish when I was in my teens.”
So we had a pleasant reminiscence about those days, and it was good to see Jane perk up and share some common ground with Kennedy. On the other hand, Kennedy was a little freaked out at the idea someone who’d started out like her had ended up a barfly. She was thinking some anxious thoughts.
After a few minutes, Kennedy had to get back behind the bar, and I rose to greet my replacement, Hol y. I’d opened my mouth to tel Jane good-bye when she said, “Do you think it’l happen again?”
She was looking out the smoky glass of the big front window.
I started to ask her what she meant, but then from her addled brain, I got it. “I hope not, Jane,” I said. “I hope no one ever decides to attack the bar again.”
“I did pretty good that day,” she told me. “I moved real fast, and Sam got me going down that hal at a pretty good clip. Those EMTs were real nice to me.” She was smiling.
“Yes, Jane, you did real good. We al thought so,” I told her. I patted her shoulder and walked away.
The firebombing of Merlotte’s, which was a terrible night in my memory, had turned into a pleasurable reminiscence for Jane. I shook my head as I col ected my purse and left the bar. My gran had always told me it was an il wind that blew nobody good. Once again, she was proved right.
Even the break-in at Splendide had served a purpose. Now I knew for sure that someone, almost certainly one of the fae, knew my grandmother had had possession of the cluviel dor.
Chapter 8
