Tina was kneeling before me, holding Donald's head by the hair and very plainly trying to hand it to me. "Majesty, I beg your forgiveness for the indignity you suffered and offer you the head of our enemy as—"
"Put that thing down," I said impatiently. "I can't talk to you when you're shaking his head like a damned maraca.
... friends are such a mixed blessing.
MaryJanice DavidsonCrying's okay while it lasts, but you can only do it for so long. And it's weird to do it when you apparently can't make tears anymore (did this mean I wouldn't pee or sweat, either?). Anyway, eventually you're done, and you have to figure out what to do next.
MaryJanice Davidson... if hanging with other vamps means I have to go the whole movie cliché route, then forget it.
Cemeteries? Acolytes? Partying in chilly mausoleums? Yuck-o. Also, nobody wears a tux this time of year unless they're going to a wedding. You look like an escapee from the set of Dracula Does Doris.
I looked up. Mom looked down at me with the compassion/practicality combo that was her trademark.
MaryJanice DavidsonI'm not playing vamp politics.
MaryJanice DavidsonYou'll pay," she said stonily. "You won't be like this by this time tomorrow."
"Bored and pissed off? God, I hope not.
…and who are you, anyway?"
"I'm Tina.”
"Thank goodness!” I said so loudly she stepped back. "No silly-ass overdone names for you, m'girl.”
"It's short for Christina Caresse Chavelle.”
"Well, you did the best you could.
Jessica peeked into the bathroom, then hurried back to report. "They got that boy stripped mother naked and they're scrubbing him with your brand-new loofah."
I winced. Thirty-seven ninety-nine at The Body Shop, kaput.
—Además —lo interrumpió nuevamente—, mis hijos jamás tendrán
que preocuparse por su próxima comida. Nunca tendrán que pagar
impuestos, nunca tendrán que preocuparse acerca de cómo permitirse enviar
a sus hijos a la escuela. Ellos siempre tendrán la opción de un sólido techo
sobre sus cabezas y tres comidas diarias. Siempre habrá personas a su
alrededor para cuidarlos y protegerlos. Ellos nunca, nunca estarán solos. Y si
hicieran algo mal, tendrían el poder de arreglarlo.
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