Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled. I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.

As exits go, that's a good one." It was pretty hard to have the last word with a vampire.

I added to my mental list of the odd things I'd done that day. I'd entertained the police, sunbathed, visited at a mall with some fairies, weeded and killed someone. Now it was powdered-corpse removal time. And the day wasn't over yet.

And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.

I was surprised to find out there was a direct line from my palm to my, my, hootchie.

i hate not knowing what i did." _Eric

I gripped the stapler even harder and felt like a fool planning to battle a crazy man with a stapler that even, I suddenly remembered, contained no staples. Well, strike that line of defense.