At 7 o’ clock in the morning, the air is stirring. The air will obligingly mist over if you open your mouth and breathe out. Mist emanates, too, from the exhaust pipes of cars, people driving along to work. Students are stumbling along to school. Mothers are berating their little ones to pay attention and take their eyes off their portable playing sets.
And if you’re me, vampires are now resting – and it’s your turn to watch over them. As I have to do with Deepon.
She’s forcing me to make a choice. She’s making me make a decision. And she knows it.