Sookie 03 Club Dead (13 page)

For a minute I felt disappointed and deflated. Then I got a hold of myself. It wasn’t like he’d called me up and scheduled this as a romantic weekend, or like we really knew each other. Alcide had had my company foisted on him. I shrugged, and poured myself a cup of coffee. I made some toast and turned on the news. After I’d watched one cycle of CNN headlines, I decided to shower. I took my time. What else was there to do?

I was in danger of experiencing an almost unknown state-boredom.

At home, there was always something to do, though it might not be something I particularly enjoyed. If you have a house, there’s always some little job waiting for your attention. And when I was in Bon Temps, there was the library to go to, or the dollar store, or the grocery. Since I’d taken up with Bill, I’d also been running errands for him that could only be done in the daytime when offices were open.

As Bill crossed my mind, I was plucking a stray hair from my eyebrow line, leaning over the sink to peer in the bathroom mirror. I had to lay down the tweezers and sit on the edge of the tub. My feelings for Bill were so confused and conflicting, I had no hope of sorting them out anytime soon. But knowing he was in pain, in trouble, and I didn’t know how to find him-that was a lot to bear. I had never supposed that our romance would go smoothly. It was an interspecies relationship, after all. And Bill was a lot older than me. But this aching chasm I felt now that he was gone-that, I hadn’t ever imagined.

I pulled on some jeans and a sweater and made my bed. I lined up all my makeup in the bathroom I was using, and hung the towel just so. I would have straightened up Alcide’s room if I hadn’t felt it would be sort of impertinent to handle his things. So I read a few chapters of my book, and then decided I simply could not sit in the apartment any longer.

I left a note for Alcide telling him I was taking a walk, and then I rode down in the elevator with a man in casual clothes, lugging a golf bag. I refrained from saying, “Going to play golf?” and confined myself to mentioning that it was a good day to be outside. It was bright and sunny, clear as a bell, and probably in the fifties. It was a happy day, with all the Christmas decorations looking bright in the sun, and lots of shopping traffic.

I wondered if Bill would be home for Christmas. I wondered if Bill could go to church with me on Christmas Eve, or if he would. I thought of the new Skil saw I’d gotten Jason; I’d had it on layaway at Sears in Monroe for months, and just picked it up a week ago. I had gotten a toy for each of Arlene’s kids, and a sweater for Arlene. I really didn’t have anyone else to buy a gift for, and that was pathetic. I decided I’d get Sam a CD this year. The idea cheered me. I love to give presents. This would have been my first Christmas with a boyfriend …

Oh, hell, I’d come full cycle, just like Headline News.

“Sookie!” called a voice.

Startled out of my dreary round of thoughts, I looked around to see that Janice was waving at me out of the door of her shop, on the other side of the street. I’d unconsciously walked the direction I knew. I waved back at her.

“Come on over!” she said.

I went down to the corner and crossed with the light. The shop was busy, and Jarvis and Corinne had their hands full with customers.

“Christmas parties tonight,” Janice explained, while her hands were busy rolling up a young matron’s black shoulder-length hair. “We’re not usually open after noon on Saturdays.” The young woman, whose hands were decorated with an impressive set of diamond rings, kept riffling through a copy of Southern Living while Janice worked on her head.

“Does this sound good?” she asked Janice. “Ginger meatballs?” One glowing fingernail pointed to the recipe.

“Kind of oriental?” Janice asked.

“Um, sort of.” She read the recipe intently. “No one else would be serving them,” she muttered. “You could stick toothpicks in ‘em.”

“Sookie, what are you doing today?” Janice asked, when she was sure her customer was thinking about ground beef.

“Just hanging out,” I said. I shrugged. “Your brother’s out running errands, his note said.”

“He left you a note to tell you what he was doing? Girl, you should be proud. That man hasn’t set pen to paper since high school.” She gave me a sideways look and grinned. “You all have a good time last night?”

I thought it over. “Ah, it was okay,” I said hesitantly. The dancing had been fun, anyway.

Janice burst out laughing. “If you have to think about it that hard, it must not have been a perfect evening.”

“Well, no,” I admitted. “There was like a little fight in the bar, and a man had to be evicted. And then, Debbie was there.”

“How did her engagement party go?”

“There was quite a crowd at her table,” I said. “But she came over after a while and asked a lot of questions.” I smiled reminiscently. “She sure didn’t like seeing Alcide with someone else!”

Janice laughed again.

“Who got engaged?” asked her customer, having decided against the recipe.

“Oh, Debbie Pelt? Used to go with my brother?” Janice said.

“I know her,” said the black-haired woman, pleasure in her voice. “She used to date your brother, Alcide? And now she’s marrying someone else?”

“Marrying Charles Clausen,” Janice said, nodding gravely. “You know him?”

“Sure I do! We went to high school together. He’s marrying Debbie Pelt? Well, better him than your brother,” Black Hair said confidentially.

“I’d already figured that out,” Janice said. “You know something I don’t know, though?”

“That Debbie, she’s into some weird stuff,” Black Hair said, raising her eyebrows to mark deep significance.

“Like what?” I asked, hardly breathing as I waited to hear what would come out. Could it be that this woman actually knew about shape-shifting, about werewolves? My eyes met Janice’s and I saw the same apprehension in them.

Janice knew about her brother. She knew about his world.

And she knew I did, too.

“Devil worship, they say,” Black Hair said. “Witchcraft.”

We both gaped at her reflection in the mirror. She had gotten the reaction she’d been looking for. She gave a satisfied nod. Devil worship and witchcraft weren’t synonymous, but I wasn’t going to argue with this woman; this was the wrong time and place.

“Yes, ma’am, that’s what I hear. At every full moon, she and some friends of hers go out in the woods and do stuff. No one seems to know exactly what,” she admitted.

Janice and I exhaled simultaneously.

“Oh, my goodness,” I said weakly.

“Then my brother’s well out of a relationship with her. We don’t hold with such doings,” Janice said righteously.

“Of course not,” I agreed.

We didn’t meet each other’s eyes.

After that little passage, I made motions about leaving, but Janice asked me what I was wearing that night.

“Oh, it’s kind of a champagne color,” I said. “Kind of a shiny beige.”

“Then the red nails won’t do,” Janice said. “Corinne!”

Despite all my protests, I left the shop with bronze finger- and toenails, and Jarvis worked on my hair again. I tried to pay Janice, but the most she would let me do was tip her employees.

“I’ve never been pampered so much in my life,” I told her.

“What do you do, Sookie?” Somehow that hadn’t come up the day before.

“I’m a barmaid,” I said.

“That is a change from Debbie,” Janice said. She looked thoughtful.

“Oh, yeah? What does Debbie do?”

“She’s a legal assistant.”

Debbie definitely had an educational edge. I’d never been able to manage college; financially, it would have been rough, though I could’ve found a way, I guess. But my disability had made it hard enough to get out of high school. A telepathic teenager has an extremely hard time of it, let me tell you. And I had so little control then. Every day had been full of dramas-the dramas of other kids. Trying to concentrate on listening in class, taking tests in a roomful of buzzing brains … the only thing I’d ever excelled in was homework.

Janice didn’t seem to be too concerned that I was a barmaid, which was an occupation not guaranteed to impress the families of those you dated.

I had to remind myself all over again that this setup with Alcide was a temporary arrangement he’d never asked for, and that after I’d discovered Bill’s whereabouts-right, Sookie, remember Bill, your boyfriend?-I’d never see Alcide again. Oh, he might drop into Merlotte’s, if he felt like getting off the interstate on his way from Shreveport to Jackson, but that would be all.

Janice was genuinely hoping I would be a permanent member of her family. That was so nice of her. I liked her a lot. I almost found myself wishing that Alcide really liked me, that there was a real chance of Janice being my sister-in-law.

They say there’s no harm in daydreaming, but there is.

Alcide was waiting for me when I got back. A pile of wrapped presents on the kitchen counter showed me how he’d spent at least part of his morning. Alcide had been completing his Christmas shopping.

Judging from his self-conscious look (Mr. Subtle, he wasn’t), he’d done something he wasn’t sure I’d like. Whatever it was, he wasn’t ready to reveal it to me, so I tried to be polite and stay out of his head. As I was passing through the short hall formed by the bedroom wall and the kitchen counter, I sniffed something less than pleasant. Maybe the garbage needed to be tossed? What garbage could we have generated in our short stay that would produce that faint, unpleasant odor? But the past pleasure of my chat with Janice and the present pleasure of seeing Alcide made it easy to forget.

“You look nice,” he said.

“I stopped in to see Janice.” I was worried for fear he would think I was imposing on his sister’s generosity. “She has a way of getting you to accept things you had no intention of accepting.”

“She’s good,” he said simply. “She’s known about me since we were in high school, and she’s never told a soul.”

“I could tell.”

“How-? Oh, yeah.” He shook his head. “You seem like the most regular person I ever met, and it’s hard to remember you’ve got all this extra stuff.”

No one had ever put it quite like that.

“When you were coming in, did you smell something strange by-” he began, but then the doorbell rang.

Alcide went to answer it while I took off my coat.

He sounded pleased, and I turned to face the door with a smile. The young man coming in didn’t seem surprised to see me, and Alcide introduced him as Janice’s husband, Dell Phillips. I shook his hand, expecting to be as pleased with him as I was with Janice.

He touched me as briefly as possible, and then he ignored me. “I wondered if you could come by this afternoon and help me set up our outside Christmas lights,” Dell said-to Alcide, and Alcide only.

“Where’s Tommy?” Alcide asked. He looked disappointed. “You didn’t bring him by to see me?” Tommy was Janice’s baby.

Dell looked at me, and shook his head. “You’ve got a woman here, it didn’t seem right. He’s with my mom.”

The comment was so unexpected, all I could do was stand in silence. Dell’s attitude had caught Alcide flat-footed, too. “Dell,” he said, “don’t be rude to my friend.”

“She’s staying in your apartment, that says more than friend,” Dell said matter-of-factly. “Sorry, miss, this just isn’t right.”

“Judge not, that ye be not judged,” I told him, hoping I didn’t sound as furious as my clenched stomach told me I was. It felt wrong to quote the Bible when you were in a towering rage. I went into the guest bedroom and shut the door.

After I heard Dell Phillips leave, Alcide knocked on the door.

“You want to play Scrabble?” he asked.

I blinked. “Sure.”

“When I was shopping for Tommy, I picked up a game.”

He’d already put it on the coffee table in front of the couch, but he hadn’t been confident enough to unwrap it and set it up.

“I’ll pour us a Coke,” I said. Not for the first time, I noticed that the apartment was quite cool, though of course it was much warmer than outside. I wished I had brought a light sweater to put on, and I wondered if it would offend Alcide if I asked him to turn the heat up. Then I remembered how warm his skin was, and I figured he was one of those people who runs kind of hot. Or maybe all Weres were like that? I pulled on the sweatshirt I’d worn yesterday, being very careful when I eased it over my hair.

Alcide had folded himself onto the floor on one side of the table, and I settled on the other. It had been a long time since either of us played Scrabble, so we studied the rules for a while before we began the game.

Alcide had graduated from Louisiana Tech. I’d never been to college, but I read a lot, so we were about even on the extent of our vocabulary. Alcide was the better strategist. I seemed to think a little faster.

I scored big with “quirt,” and he stuck his tongue out at me. I laughed, and he said, “Don’t read my mind, that would be cheating.”

“Of course I wouldn’t do any such thing,” I said demurely, and he scowled at me.

I lost-but only by twelve points. After a pleasantly quarrelsome rehash of the game, Alcide got up and took our glasses over to the kitchen. He put them down and began to search through the cabinets, while I stored the game pieces and replaced the lid.

“Where you want me to put this?” I asked.

“Oh, in the closet by the door. There are a couple of shelves in there.”

I tucked the box under one arm and went to the closet. The smell I’d noticed earlier seemed to be stronger.

“You know, Alcide,” I said, hoping I wasn’t being tacky, “there’s something that smells almost rotten, right around here.”

“I’d noticed it, too. That’s why I’m over here looking through the cabinets. Maybe there’s a dead mouse?”

As I spoke, I was turning the doorknob.

I discovered the source of the smell.

“Oh, no,” I said. “Oh, nononono.”

“Don’t tell me a rat got in there and died,” Alcide said.

“Not a rat,” I said. “A werewolf.”

The closet had a shelf above a hanging bar, and it was a small closet, intended only for visitors’ coats. Now it was filled by the swarthy man from Club Dead, the man who’d grabbed me by the shoulder. He was really dead. He’d been dead for several hours.