“He missed a dog and hit a tree?”
I smiled. It must’ve looked strange, because it brought a frown to Slim’s face. “He was out on Route 3,” I explained, “and a dog ran out in front of his car.”
Slim made a face as if she were smelling something horrible but amusing. “A
“I didn’t ask.”
“Woo.”
“Yeah.”
“When did this happen?”
“I don’t think it was
“Our dog’s been dead since about noon.”
“Yeah.” I shook my head. “Had to be a different dog.”
“Maybe the one that chewed up my
“The very same,” I said.
She grimaced.
I grimaced.
“Maybe we’ve got
“Or someone wants us to
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure. For one thing, there’s no such thing as ghosts.”
“Are you sure?”
She was seeming very playful.
“Pretty sure.”
“Don’t be.”
“Anyway, if there
“Teeth?” she asked.
Grinning, I shook my head. “That’s not what ... I mean, they’re just ... like
“A matter of opinion.”
“Anyway, ghost or not, a dog would’ve had to paw the Dracula off your bookshelf. Or bite it out. Either way, it would’ve messed up your other books. But they were all in a neat row. That could only be done by a human.”
“Or a vampire,” she added, “speaking on behalf of our absent Russell.”
I laughed. “Daylight,” I reminded her.
Her smile evaporated. “Which leaves us with humans. I’m glad we’re out of my house.”
“My mom isn’t coming home till tomorrow morning, so I guess there’s no reason you can’t stay here.”
“No reason you can’t go to the vampire show tonight, either.”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t want to miss that.”
“I might.”
“Oh? You’d rather stay home and watch television?”
“Maybe. If you’ll be here.”
“I’ll be here unless you throw me out, I guess.”
“I wouldn’t throw you out.”
“What about Rusty?” she asked.
“What about him?”
“He
“He’s probably grounded.”
“He’ll find a way to get out.”
“Maybe.”
“He will. And then he’ll show up here, all rarin’ to go.”