“You can’t get this,” he tells me.
“I don’t know that,” I said. Vampires never know what might or might not make them sick. We’re usually ok but you never know. Hell, nobody even knows how long we live or who is the oldest among us. Seriously, we don’t know squat about our own existence. On the other hand we seem to know everything about everyone else.
“Werewolves can,” he tells me.
“Tell me something I don’t know. Of course they can get it.”
“We are already dead. Nobody wants that,” says The ghost.
“Is it so bad being a ghost?” I ask.
“It is that bad. It is worse than that bad,” he says not worried about keeping any distance. “I never saw anything like this when I was alive or dead. There are old ghosts who experienced things sort of like this, but it was different back then. They didn’t even use soap or have indoor plumbing. I died in 1986. This is just weird.”
“I know,” I said to Nigel, the Ghost. Nigel isn’t always friendly or polite but he makes some good points now and then.
“So now that everyone is staying in where are Vampires getting their food?” Nigel asked me.
“Here and there. We have our regulars. We get what we need at places like Dave’s Bottle Shop.”
“You’re staying in too,” he said in the most accusatory way.
“Yes, we are,” I said. “Even my brother Andy is staying in with his girlfriend. She’s sixty now and not a Vampire. She teaches college in Southern California and her classes are all online now. Andy decided to hunker down with her and help out. He even had a piano brought into her house so he could play while he is down there.”
“She’s my age, or the age I would have been,” said Nigel, who doesn’t look a day over twenty six.
I didn’t say anything. Nigel tends to brood when reminded of what-could-have-been.
“I’m making coffee,” I said. “Would you like some?”
He started to smile, then stopped and just gave me a slight smile. I ground some good beans (Chocolate Fish) and made a few cups in the French Press.
I sipped my coffee, while Nigel put his transparent hands around his cup and took in the smell.
We didn’t say much else. When his coffee grew cold he mouthed the word, “thanks” and vanished in a wisp of blue and purple vapor.
Maybe he’ll be back tomorrow. I don’t know. Nobody knows these days what might happen tomorrow.
Take care. Keep in touch with loved ones. Wash your hands. Keep a safe social distance. Thank your friends on the front line who work in the medical field, retail, law enforcement, EMTs, or other helpers during these weird times. Keep in touch with those who are elderly, need extra help, or are alone.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman