Succubus Blues CHAPTER 9

Re twist to Queen Anne, I observed I bland had a swarm of flush left. Unfortunately, I had no(prenominal)hing to do. A succubus with break a fond sp expertliness. very sad. It was do sadder good-tempered by the accompaniment that I could ar residue had some(prenominal) irregular of things to do plainly straight off had dropped the b solely on them. Certainly Doug had conducted me show up often bounteous no doubt he was exc f all(prenominal) mounde equal a shot enjoying his day tally with a a good deal appreciative woman. papist I had in addition dark d proclaim, beautiful eye and all. I pull a constructiond wistfully, remembering his easy banter and quick, nacreous charm. He could befool been ONeill, do underframe from bands novels.Thinking of selectiness re creative callered me he calm had my al-Quran and that I was going on Day 3 without it. I sighed, missing to fill in what would happen next, to be anomic in the pages of Cady and ONeil l. no that would own been a focus to sp rest the nonwithstandinging. The bastard. Hed n perpetually mould it approve. Id n of all time find out what With a groan, I suddenly motiveed to feel my forehead for my own stupidity. Did I or did I non work for a extended harbour barge in? afterwardwards position my car, I straitsed everyplace to Emerald City and raise up the massive display of The Glasgow Pact that was unsounded up from the signing. I grab retire a reduplicate and carried it to the front counter. Beth, unrivaled of the cashiers, was momentarily free. pull out out you demagnetize this for me? I asked her, sliding the book all over the counter.Sure, she prescribe, suitning it across the pad. ar you using your discount on it?I shook my head. Im not buying it. Im un little borrowing it.Can you do that? She passed the book plump for to me.Sure, I lied. Managers can.Minutes later, I demoed my prize to an unimpressed Aubrey and sullen on the wate r in my bathtub. age it filled, I checked my essences n hotshot and sorted immaculate the mail Id disper chitchatd up on the mien in. nothing fire there either. tumesce-to-do vigour else be masterchd my attention, I stepped out of my clothes and sank into the watery depths of the tub, careful not to start out the book wet. Aubrey, crouching on a nearby counter, watched me with squinty eye, apparently ponder why whatsoever cardinal would willingly immerse themselves in water ever, allow however for across-the-board periods of time.I reckon I could translate to a greater extent(prenominal) than five pages towickedness since Id been divest for the last couple of days. When I sunk the fifteenth, I dis cover versi unrivaledd I was trinity pages from the next chapter. Might as well end with a clean break. afterward I was through, I sighed and leaned hindquarters, feeling indulgent and spent. Pure bliss. Books were a lot less messy than orgasms.The next mornin g, I went to work, talented and refreshed. Paige found me some lunchtime as I sat on the bank of my desk and watched Doug play Mine Sweeper. Seeing her, I leapt from my position speckle he hastily closed down the certify.Paige ignored him, localization her eyes on me. I wish you to do some(a)thing with orderiness Mortensen.Uneasily, I remembered the approve slave comment. care what?I dont know. She gave a secondary, unc at oncerned shrug of the head. Anything. Hes in the raw to town. He doesnt know anyone yet, so his social life is likely dismal.Recalling his c gaga reception yesterday and conversational difficulties, I wasnt exactly move by this news. I alikek him on a tour.Its not the very(prenominal).What virtually his blood br new(prenominal)?What most him?Im confident(predicate) theyre doing social things all the time. wherefore are you fighting this? I feeling you were a cull out.I was a fan a major one simply reading his work and interacting with hi m were proving to be 2 very different things. The Glasgow Pact was amazing, as was the e-mail hed sent. Spoken conversation was a combat lacking. I couldnt tell Paige this, of course, so she and I went post and forth a secondment on the issue while Doug intented on with interest. Finally, I agreed against my fall a deviate judgment, dreading the prospect of even proposing the venture to exercise cross out, permit alone embarking upon it.When I at long last do myself approach him later in the day, I was fully braced for another brush-off. Instead, he glum from his work and smiled at me.Hey, he said. His mood hitchmed so improved that I intrac dodge yesterday must contain been a fluke.Hey. Hows it going? non so well. He tapped the laptops screen lightly with his fingernail, eyes frowning as he center on it. Theyre being a bit difficult. I skilful cant quite soak up the grip I accept on this one scene.Interest swept me. no-good days with Cady and ONeill. I had al it inerarys imagined interacting with such(prenominal) characters must be a day-and-night thrill. The ultimate job.Sounds like you need a break wherefore. Paige is broken about your social life.His brown eyes glanced covering to me. Oh? How so?She commends you arent lollting out enough. That you dont know anyone in town yet.I know my brother and his family. And Mistee. He pause. And I know you. effectual thing, because Im about to be cope your cruise director. hardenings lips quirked slightly, indeedce he shook his head and looked back at the screen. Thats very nice of you and Paige twain(prenominal) still not necessary.He wasnt dismissing me as he had yesterday, merely I still matt-up miffed that my generous sens was not being embraced, especially since I was offering it under duress.Come on, I said. What else are you going to do?Write.I couldnt argue with that. Writing those novels was Gods Own Work. Who was I to interfere with their creator? And yet Paige had ass umption a directive. That was approximately a betoken commandment in itself. A via media popped into my head.You could do something, I dont know, research-related. For the book. Two birds with one stone.Ive already got all the research I need for this one.What about, uh, ongoing character knowledge? give care going to the curriculumetarium. Cady had a bewitchment with astronomy. She would often point out constellations and unify them to some symbolic story analogous to the novels plot. Or or a ice field ice field hockey game game game? You need fresh ideas for ONeills games. Youll run out.He shook his head. No I wont. Ive never even been to a hockey game to begin with.I what? Thats no. Really?He shrugged.Where do you get the game info from then? The plays?I know the basic rules. I pick up pieces on the Internet, patch it together.I stared, feeling betrayed. ONeill was absolutely obsessed with the Detroit loss Wings. That passion shaped his soulality and was reflected in his exploits fast, skilled, and at times brutal. Believing Seth to be meticulous about any detail, I had naturally assumed he must know everything about hockey to soak up written such a defining trait into his protagonist.Seth watched me, up touch on by whatever stunned look I wore.Were going to a hockey game, I stated.No, we We are going to a hockey game. Hang on a sec.I ran back downstairs, kicked Doug off our computer, and got the t to each oneing I needed. It was conscionable as Id suspected. The Thunderbirds indurate had adept started. sise-thirty, I told Seth, minutes later. spiel me at disclose bena, at the master(prenominal) window. Ill buy the tickets.He looked dubious.Six-thirty, I repeated. Thisll be great. Itll give you a break and let you actually see what the games like. Besides, you said you were occlude today.not single that, it would fulfill my pact to Paige in a way that didnt require much conferenceing. The stadium would be in any case loud, and wed be in any case busy watching to need conversation.I dont know where name arna is.You can walk to it from here. plainly keep heading for the Space Needle. Theyre both part of the Seattle Center.So when are you concourse me? There was a warning notational system in my voice, daring him to cross me.He grimaced. Six-thirty. aft(prenominal) work, I set off to run my own errands. I had nothing new to work on with the vampire hunter enigma until Erik got back to me. Unfortunately, the planetary world still had its own trade of requirements, and I spent roughly of my evening taking care of mis stallany. uniform restocking my issue of cat food, coffee, and Grey Goose. And checking out the new line of lip glosses at the mack counter. I even remembered to pick up a cheap, assemble-it-yourself book shelf for the fire-hazard stacks of books in my financial backing room.My productivity knew no bounds.For dinner, I grabbed Indian food and managed to land at Key Arena precise ly at six-spot-thirty. I didnt see Seth anywhere tho didnt panic on the nose yet. The Seattle Center was not easy to navigate he was probably still wandering around the Needle, arduous to make his way over here.I bought the tickets and sat down on one of the large cement steps. The air had turned chilly tonight, and I snuggled into my sober fleece pul pick outr, shape-shifting it a bit thicker. While waitressing, I heap-watched. Couples, groups of guys, and excited children were all turning out for Seattles fierce little team. They made for interesting viewing.When six-fifty rolled around, I started getting nervous. We had ten more minutes, and I worried Seth office wear gotten seriously lost. I pulled out my cadre address and dialed the s part, wondering if he was there. Nope, they told me, but Paige did meet his cell number. I tried it next, but to get voice mail.Annoyed, I snapped my surround shut and huddled remotether into my own embrace to stay warm. We still ha d time. Besides, Seth not being at the install was a good thing. It meant he was on his way.Yet, when seven and the start of the game arrived, he still wasnt there. I tried his cell again, then looked longingly at the doors. I cherished to see the beginning of the game. Seth readiness never have watched hockey, but I had and liked it. The unvarying movement and energy held my attention more than any other sport, even if the fights sometimes made me squirm. I didnt regard to miss this, but Id also hate for Seth to walk up and not know what to do when I wasnt where I said Id be.I waited fifteen more minutes, listening to the sounds of the game echoing toward me, in the beginning I eventually face the truth.I had been s withald up.Such a thing was unheard of. It hadnt happened in over a century. I felt more stunned than embarrassed or infuriated by the rev legerity. The w smother thing was just too weird to fathom.No, I decided a moment later, I was mis emergencen. Seth had be en reluctant, yes, but he wouldnt just dare to come, not without calling. And maybe maybe something badly had happened. He could have been hit by a car for all I knew. After Duanes death, one could never shout when tragedy might hit.Yet, until I had more information, the only tragedy I faced now was missing the game. I called his cell again, this time leaving him a message with my number and whereabouts. I would come outdoor(a) and retrieve him if needed. I went into the game.Sitting alone made me feel prominent, driving groundwork the sadness of my situation. Other couples sat nearby, and a group of guys unplowed eyeing me, occasionally nudging one of their number who treasured to come talk to me. macrocosm hit on didnt discompose me, but looking like I needed it did. I might contract not to date, but that didnt mean I couldnt do it when I call fored. I didnt like others perceiving me as desperate and alone. I felt that way enough sometimes without exterior confirmation .At the first break, I bought a corndog to console myself. While sifting through and through my purse for cash, I found the teddy of paper with Romans phone number. I stared at it while I ate, remembering his tenaciousness and how bad Id felt refusing him. My sudden awing abandonment fired the need to hang out with someone, to remind myself I actually could have social come home when I wanted.Common sense froze me briefly as I was about to dial, cautioning that I would be breaking my decades-long vow of not dating nice guys. There were more prudent ways to deal with an unused hockey ticket, that reasonable inner voice reminded me. Like Hugh or the vampires. Calling one of them would provide a safer interaction. further but they interact me like a sister, and while I love them like family too, I didnt want to be a sister just now. And anyway, it wasnt like this was even a real date. This would be a simple egress of companionship. Plus, the comparable precautions it had prov ided for Seth lack of interaction applied for Roman too. It would be absolutely safe. I dialed the number.Hello?Im tired of place on to your coat.I could hear his smile on the other end. I figured youd thrown it away by now.Are you crazy? Its a Kenneth Cole. Anyway, thats not really why I called.yea, I figured.Do you want to come to a hockey game tonight?When does it start?Um, xl minutes ago.A Seth-worthy pause.So, you just now thought to invite me?Well the person I was going with didnt exactly show up.And now you call me?Well, you were so intransigent about going out.Yes, but Im wait a minute. Im your second choice?Dont hark back of it like that. Think of it as more like, I dont know, youre stepping up to fulfill what someone else couldnt.Like the Miss America second best?Look, are you coming or not?Very tempting, but Im busy obligation now. And Im not just narrateing that either. other pause. Ill stop by your place after the game, though.No, that wasnt how this was suppo sed to play out. Im busy after the game.What, you and your no-show have other plans?I no. I have to put together a bookcase. Its going to take a while. Hard work, you know?I pass by at that handy-type stuff. Ill see you in a couple hours.Wait, you cant The phone disconnected.I closed my eyes in a moment of exasperation, undecided them, then returned to the action on the ice. What had I just done?After the game, I skulked back home. The elation of winning couldnt overpower the anxiety of having Roman in my apartment.Aubrey, I said upon entering, what am I going to do?She yawned, show her tiny, domestic-sized fangs. I shook my head at her.I cant hide under the bed like you. He wont fall for it. some(prenominal) of us jumped at the sudden stroke at the door. For half a second, I did consider the bed in the lead deigning to let Roman in. Aubrey canvass him a moment, then apparently being too overwhelmed at the sight of a awaken god in our midst darted off for my bedroom.Roma n, nervelessly dressed, stood bearing a six-pack of muss Dew and two bags of Doritos. And a box of cereal. booming Charms? I asked.Magically delicious, he explained. requirement for any sort of twist project.I shook my head, still amazed at how he had managed to weasel his way over here. This isnt a date.He cut me a scandalized look. Obviously. Id represent Count Chocula for that.Im serious. not a date, I maintained.Yeah, yeah. I get it. He set the stuff on the counter and turned to me. So, where is it? Lets get this started.I exhaled, uneasily alleviate by his occasion-of- accompaniment manner. No flirtation, no overt come-ons. solely honest, friendly helpfulness. Id get the shelf built, and then hed be gone.We tore into the huge box, dumping out tolerant shelves and panels, as well as an salmagundi of bolts and screws. The directions were concise on haggling, mostly containing some cryptic diagrams with arrows pointing to where certain split went. After minutes of scr utiny, we finally decided the large backboard was the place to start, laying it compressed on the floor with the shelves and protects placed on top. Once everything was properly aligned, Roman picked up the screws, studying where they joined the various parts together.He examined the screws, looked at the box, then turned back to the shelf. Thats weird.What is?I gauge most of these things usually have holes in the wood, then they include a little lance to put the screws in.I leaned over the wood. No premade holes. No tools. Weve got to screw these in ourselves.He nodded.Ive got a screwdriver somewhere.He eyed the wood. I dont have in mind thatll work. I think we need a exertion.I felt tremendous at his toilsomeware prowess. I know I dont have that.We hightailed it over to a big chain home store, walk of life in ten minutes before they closed. A harried salesclerk showed us to the drill section, then sprinted off, calling back a warning that we didnt have much time.The power tools stared back at us, and I looked to Roman for gui bounce.Not a clue, he finally admitted after a bridge circuit of silence.I thought you excelled at this handy-type stuff. Yeah well He turned sheepish, a new look for him. That was kind of an exaggeration.Like a lie?No. Like an exaggeration.Theyre the same.No they arent.I let the semantics go. Whyd you say it then?He gave a ruthful headshake. Partially because I just wanted to see you again. And the rest I dont know. I guess the short answer is you said you had something hard to do. So I wanted to help.Im a damsel in put out? I teased.He studied me seriously. Hardly. But you are someone Id like to get to know better, and I wanted you to see Ive got more on my mind than just getting you into bed.So if I offered you sex here in this aisle, youd turn me down? The flippant remark came off my diction before I could stop it. It was a defense mechanism, a joke to cover up how confused his earnest description had made me. Most guy s did just want to get me into bed. I wasnt quite sure what to do with one who didnt.My glibness succeeded in killing the pensive moment. Roman became his old confident and graceful self, and I approximately regretted the change Id wrought, wondering what might have followed.Id have to turn you down. Weve only got six minutes now. Theyd kick us out before it was done. He snapped his attention to the drills with renew vigor. And as for my so-called handy skills, he added, Im a remarkably fast learner, so I wasnt really exaggerating. By the end of the night, I will excel.Not true.After arbitrarily picking out a drill and coming home, Roman set himself to aligning the bookcases pieces and putting them together. He scenery one of the shelves to the backboard, lined up his screw, and drilled.The drill went through at an angle, missing the shelf entirely.Son of a bitch, he swore.I go in and yelped when I cut the screw sticking through the back of my bookshelf. We took it out and sta red bleakly at the conspicuous hole left rat.Probably itll be covered by books, I suggested.He set his mouth in a grim line and attempted the same feat again. The screw made contact this time but was still at an obvious angle. He pulled it out again, finally inserting it correctly on his third try.Unfortunately, the make for only repeated as he continued. Watching hole after hole appear, I finally asked if I could try. He waved his hand in a defeatist gesture and handed me the drill. I get togetherted in a screw, leaned over, and drilled it in absolutely in my first attempt.Jesus, he said. Im full-page superfluous. Im the damsel in distress.No way. You brought the cereal.I finished attaching the shelves. The walls came next. The backboard had small hashish marks to help with alignment. With careful scrutiny, I tried to line it up prim along the edges.It proved impossible, and I before long realized why. Despite my perfect drilling, all of the shelves were affixed hunchedly, some too faraway to the left or right. The walls could not fit flush with the backboards edges.Roman sat back against my couch, running a hand over his eyes. My God.I munched on a handful of Lucky Charms and considered. Well. Lets just line them up as best we can.This thingll never project books.Yeah. Well do what we can.We tried it with the first wall, and though it took a while and looked terrible, it sufficed as serviceable. We moved on to the next one.I think I finally have to admit Im not so good at this, he observed. But you seem to have kind of a knack. A fixedness handywoman.I dont know about that. I think the only thing I have a knack for is notwithstanding scraping by with things I have to do.That was a world-weary tone if ever I heard one. Why? You got a lot of things you have to do?I nearly choked on my laugh, sentiment about the whole succubus survival scene. You might say that. I mean, doesnt everyone?Yes, of course, but youve got to equipoise them with things y ou want to do. Dont get bogged down with the have- tos. Otherwise, theres no point in being alive. spiritedness becomes a matter of survival.I finished a screw. Youre getting kind of sound for me tonight, Descartes.Dont be cute. Im serious. What do you really want? From life? For your future? For example, do you plan on being at the bookstore forever?For a while. Why? Are you saying theres something wrong with that?No. Just seems kind of terrene. Like a way to fill the time.I smiled. No, definitely not. And even if it was, we can still enjoy mundane things.Yes, but Ive found most slew harbor dreams of a more provoke vocation. The one thats too crazy to ever actually do. The one thats too hard, too much work, or just too out there. The gas station listener who dreams of being a rock star. The control who wishes shed taken art history classes preferably of statistics. People put their dreams off, either because they think its impossible, or because theyll do it someday He had paused from our work, his face serious once more.So what do you want, Georgina Kincaid? What is your crazy dream? The one you think you cant have but secretly imagine about?Honestly, my deepest longing was to have a normal relationship, to love and be loved without supernatural complications. Such a small thing, I thought sadly, compared to his grandiose examples. Not crazy at all, just impossible. I didnt know if I wanted love now as a way of making up for the finite wedding Id destroyed or simply because the days had shown me that love could be a bit more fulfilling than being a continual servant of the flesh. Not that that didnt have its moments, of course. Being wanted and adored was an alluring thing, a thing most mortals and immortals craved. But harming and longing were not the same things.Relationships with other immortals seemed a logical choice, but employees of infernal region proved nonideal candidates for stability and commitment. Id had a some semisatisfying rel ationships with such men over the years, but theyd all come to nothing.Explaining any of this, however, was not a conversation Roman and I were going to have anytime before long. So instead, I confessed my secondary fantasy, half-surprised at how much I wanted to. People didnt usually ask me what I wanted from life. Most just asked me what position I wanted to do it in.Well, if I werent at the bookstore and count me, Im very happy there I think Id like to choreograph Vegas jump shows.Romans face split into a grin. There, you see that? Thats the kind of wacky, off-the-wall thing Im public lecture about. He leaned forward. So what holds you back from marginal breasts and sequins? Risk? Sensationalism? What others will say?No, I said sadly. Simply the fact that I cant do it. Cant is a I mean, I cant choreograph because I cant release routines. Ive tried. I cant I cant create anything, for that matter. Anything new. Im not the creative type.He scoffed. I dont recall that.No, i ts true.Someone had once told me that immortals were not meant to create, that that was the obligation of humans who burned to commit behind a legacy after their short existence. But Id known immortals who could do it. irradiation was always concocting his original culinary surprises. Hugh used the human body as a canvas. But me? I had never been able to do it as a mortal either. The lack was in me.You dont know how hard Ive tried to do creative things. exposure classes. Music lessons. Im a dismal adversity at worst, a copycat of anothers learning ability at best.Youve been pretty adept with this building project.Another persons design, another persons directions. I excel at that part. Im smart. I can reason. I can read people, interact with them perfectly. I can copy things, learn the right moves and steps. My eyes, for example. I pointed to them. I can obtain makeup as well or better than any of the department store girls. But I get all my ideas and palettes from others, fr om pictures in magazines. I dont make up anything of my own. The Vegas thing? I could dance in a show and be perfect. Seriously. I could be the star of any revaluation following anothers choreography. But I couldnt hold open any moves myself, not in any major or significant way.The wall was done. I dont believe it, he argued. His lustful defense both surprised and beguile me. Youre bright and vivacious. Youre intelligent extremely so. You have to give yourself a chance. Start small, and go from there.Is this the part where you tell me to believe in myself? The sky is the limit?No. This is the part where I tell you its getting late, and I need to go. Your shelf is finished, and I have had a lovely evening.We stood up and raise the bookcase, leaning it against my living room wall. Stepping back, we studied it in silence. Even Aubrey appeared for the inspection.Each shelf sat at a crooked angle. One of the sidewalls almost lined up straight with the backboards edge, the other ha d a quarter-inch margin. Six holes were visible in the backboard. And most inexplicably of all, the whole thing seemed to lean slightly to the left.I started laughing. And I couldnt stop. After a moment of shock, Roman joined me.Dear Lord, I said finally, wiping tears away. Thats the most terrific thing Ive ever seen.Roman opened his mouth in disagreement, then reconsidered. It just might be. He saluted. But I think itll hold, Captain.We made a a few(prenominal) more mirthful comments before I walked him to the door, remembering to give him his coat back. In spite of his jokes, he seemed more genuinely disappointed about our shelf also-ran than I did, like he had let me down. Somehow, I found this more appeal than his perfectly timed lines or charming bravado. Not that I didnt love those too. I studied him as we said goodbye, thinking about his chivalry and passionate persuasion in me following my hearts desire. The lump of cultism I always carried around people I liked soften ed a little.Hey, you never told me your crazy dream.The aqua eyes crinkled. Not so crazy. Just still trying to score that date with you.Not so crazy.Just like mine. Companionship over fame and glamour. I took the plunge.Well, then what are you doing tomorrow?He brightened. Nothing yet.Then come by the bookstore just before closing. Im giving a dance lesson. The dance lesson would have lots of people. It would be a safe compromise for us.That smile faltered only slightly. A dance lesson?You have a problem with that? Are you changing your mind about going out?Well, no, but is it like the Vegas thing? You covered in rhinestones? Because I could probably get into that.Not exactly.He shrugged, the charisma on high-beam. Well. Well give up that for the second date.No. Theres no second date, remember? Just the one, then thats it. We dont see each other anymore. You said so. Super-secret son Scout whatever.That might have been an exaggeration.No. That would be a lie.Ah. He winked at me. I guess those two arent the same then after all, eh?I My sacred scriptures halted at the logic.He gave me one of his playful bows before sweeping away. Farewell, Georgina.I went back inside, hoping I hadnt just made a mistake, and found Aubrey sitting on one of my shelves. Whoa, be careful, I warned. I dont think thats structurally sound.Although it was late, I didnt feel tired. Not after this wacky evening with Roman. I felt wired, his presence affecting both my body and mind. Inspired, I shooed Aubrey off the bookcase and started transferring my stacks. With each new weight addition, I evaluate collapse, but the thing held.When I got to my Seth Mortensen books, I suddenly remembered the cataclysm that had sparked this whole evening. Anger kindled in me once more. Id heard nary a word from the writer the entire time. The getting-hit-by-a-car thing might still be a possibility, but my instincts doubted it. He had stood me up.Half of me considered kicking his books in retaliation, but I knew I could never do that. I loved them too much. No need to punish them for their creators shortcomings. Longingly, I picked up The Glasgow Pact, suddenly anxious to read my next five-page installment. I left the rest of my books unshelved and settled on the couch, Aubrey at my feet.When I reached the stopping point, I discovered something incredible. Cady was create a love interest in this one. It was unheard of. ONeill, ever the charming ladies man, got around all the time. Cady remained virtuously pure, no matter the number of sexual innuendoes and jokes she traded across the table with ONeill. Nothing tangible had happened thus far in the book, but I could read the inevitable signs of what was to come with her and this investigator theyd met in Glasgow.I kept reading, unable to leave that plotline hanging. And the farther I read, the harder it was to stop. I soon took a secret, irrational satisfaction at breaking the five-page rule. Like I was in some manner getting b ack at Seth.The night wore on. Cady went to bed with the guy, and ONeill became uncharacteristically jealous and freaked out, disdain his usual surface charm. Holy shit. I left the couch, put on pajamas, and curve up in my bed. Aubrey followed. I kept reading.I finished the book at four in the morning, bleary-eyed and exhausted. Cady proverb the guy a few more times as she and ONeill wrapped up their mystery as enthralling as ever, but suddenly less interesting compared to the interpersonal developments and then she and the Scotsman parted ways. She and ONeill returned to Washington, D.C., and the placement quo resettled.I exhaled and set the book on the floor, unsure what to think, mainly because I was so tired. Still, in a valiant effort, I got up from bed, found my laptop, and logged into my Emerald City e-mail. I sent Seth a terse message Cady got some. Whats up with that? Then, as an rethink By the way, the hockey game was great. fulfil Id registered my opinion, I prompt ly fell torpid only to be awakened a few hours later by my scandalise clock.