I told my 14 year old that the White House was quite large and that I didn’t believe tours covered the private family quarters, except maybe some of the guest rooms like the Lincoln Bedroom. After a bit of discussion I explained that some people believe that Lincoln’s ghost still haunts the place.
“Why would he want to haunt people there?” The child asked. “He wouldn’t want to scare anyone.”
“Haunting isn’t always scaring. But he was murdered and that is why he is a ghost. Most ghosts are those who are killed before their time or murdered.”
More lessons in history.
School, that is High School has been uneventful this new school year. That is a good thing. Clara was asked to be on the Cross Country team (but turned it down.) The teachers are all good now and getting to know her and appreciate the unique spirits of all of the kids. That is what teachers do. She is making a lot of new friends – a good thing.
Garrett is having the time of his life as a Senior looking forward to school and being on the top of the high school totem pole.
I found a note he’d written, in the dryer as usual.
No matter when
No matter where
No matter who you are with
No matter who I am with
We will always love
Because we are of the shadows
Children of the moon and stars
Darkness surrounds us
But light stays in our heart
I love Ione but her family is, well, not exactly the kind any Modern Vampire would want their son to marry into. Not her parents. Her parents are some of our best friends, but it is the community they used to belong to.
They were the kind of Vampires that inhabit nightmares. Their purpose in life, if you can call it that, is to be a predator. They don’t give back, they don’t have relationships of any kind with humans, they don’t care. They’ll sooner suck out your soul and let their own soul die than to be a part of human society. They are the undead and those without souls or at least that is what we (the Modern Vampires) say. It is hard to explain. Anyway… I can deal with them and can logically say that their lifestyle is their choice. They leave us alone, we leave them alone for the most part. Our paths cross. But I can’t trust them. And I won’t trust them around my Modern Vampire Children.
We all have had people like that in our lives.
Ione’s mom Violet dropped her off and stayed to visit a while. She worried as well that those who live in the shadows with dead souls would come after her kids. I assured her that she was doing a great job with her girls and didn’t need to worry about it. But she’ll worry. So will I. We’re moms. Worry is what we do, even if we are Vampire moms.
I was going to write on something else, not the blog, the never ending book that scares me more than any Vampire or Werewolf or Ghost…
When I hear someone softly singing “Heart and Soul”, you know the song…
Heart and soul, I fell in love with you,
Heart and soul, the way a fool would do,
Because you held me tight,
And stole a kiss in the night…
Heart and soul, I begged to be adored,
Lost control, and tumbled overboard,
That magic night we kissed,
There in the moon mist.
Oh! but your lips were thrilling, much too thrilling,
Never before were mine so strangely willing.
But now I see, what one embrace can do,
Look at me, it’s got me loving you,
That little kiss you stole,
Held all my heart and soul.
I turned around to face the Ghost.
He gave me a smile that made me uncomfortable. “If I was human and you were human and we were both single…there in the moon mist, with your lips so thrilling…”
“What do you want?” I asked him. Damn he is annoying.
“You know I was murdered.”
“I figured. We’ve talked about this before,” I answered. Sometimes I wonder what he did to deserve it other than being annoying and talking too much.
He put his hands down as if to touch me and I watched it go through my shoulder. “I don’t know who killed me,” said the ghost.
“If you find out will you go away?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know Juliette. I just don’t know. Weird how these things happen. And speaking of weird…”
Then he vanished as if someone had blown out a candle.
I swear, nothing gives a Vampire the creeps more than a ghost. But on the other hand…
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman