Pandemics and the Fragility of Life

Update: A few minutes after I posted the entry below I saw this. This is what I was trying to say, only it is all too real. It is all too tragic. It didn’t need to happen. It could have been prevented is all of the assholes didn’t make EVERY FUCKING THING political. If you only have time to read one thing READ THIS. Click on the link below. https://www.yahoo.com/news/pictured-doctor-hugged-distraught-elderly-165815979.html

Pandemics and the Fragility of Life (with Ancient Vampires)

This morning my brother Val and I drove out to the farm by the river to check the Elders Eleora and Tellias.  They’re rather fragile as are many old folks so we need to make sure they’re ok. They also don’t always answer their phone, and always forget to charge their cell phone, and never check their messages.

Most people think they’re a young couple of maybe college students living in the huge Victorian Mansion in the middle of a pear orchard, but they are far from that. They’re ancient Vampires who have lived over two thousand years. Seriously, they’re that old. Hang out with them for a while. They’re old.

They greeted us with a song we didn’t recognize (neither the tune or the language) and danced around us then shared hugs and kisses. We didn’t worry about masks because, well, we’re all Vampires here.

Eleora was in a holiday mood with a red skirt and a green and silver sweater with an orange scarf. Her hair was clipped up with a bunch of fall leaves. She proclaimed that she was wearing both Thanksgiving and Christmas colors. Tellias wore black tuxedo pants, yellow flip flops, a purple and green Hawaiian shirt and an old white tuxedo jacket with tails that didn’t match the pants.

In the large kitchen they poured goblets of Poet’s blood and we caught up on all of the family news. 

“There have been many bad things to take out the warm blooded people,” Eleora said in an unexpected moment of serious clarity.

“So many pandemics,” said Tellias.

“It is a wonder any of them are still alive. Everything makes them sick,” said Eleora.

“Everything,” said Tellias.

Eleora wrinkled up her nose. “Everything. They used to be so extremely dirty. When one of them was turned into a Vampire it would even be more disgusting.”

“The fifth caused them to be sick. That is one of the main reasons we never turned anyone who had bad personal hygiene. We knew the value of cleanliness. It isn’t next to godliness, it is just common sense,” said Tellias.

“Oh the ones who let blood drip from their chins. They were beyond disgusting and downright embarrassing.”

“They didn’t last long, did they my dear?”

“Not long at all. They’d just vanish,” said Eleora.

“Vanish,” said Tellias.

“Poof,” said Eleora opening her fingers in the air and wiggling them around in a poofing motion.

Tellias smiled. “Just like that. Poof.”

Val and I just smiled. We knew what “poof” meant.

Tellias gave both of us a serious look. “When was the last time either one of you turned anyone into a Vampire?” 

Val glanced at me but didn’t speak first.

“It has been a while,” I said. 

“Eleora and I have noticed that during bad times, so many want to become Vampires. They have no idea what that even entails,” said Tellias.

“Most of them die,” said Eleora. “If they’re sick, well, I wouldn’t even try.”

“It isn’t a cure, just a quicker death.”

My brother and I already knew that all too well. 

Tellias sat down and mentioned for the rest of to do the same. “What is so sad is that, as always, the rulers, politicians, or whatever you want to call them do nothing but cause problems. They don’t care about their people. They just want to be in charge. On a selfish note I have always complained that they want to mess with our food supply. On a humanitarian note, because we are human, they are vile immoral creatures.”

He filled our glasses again then we let him continue. “Nobody in our government is doing anything for the doctors, nurses, and others working in the hospitals. These people are not only working with the dying, they are often the last ones there. Families and friends can’t say goodbye. The doctors and nurses are the last ones to give comfort and hear the last thoughts and watch as their souls go off alone.”

“So alone,” said Eleora.

“It is a hard burden to carry. Some say an honor, but it is a burden to the heart and to the soul. The damage… you can see it on their faces. You can hear it in their voices. If you stand next to them you can feel it.”

“You can feel it,” said Eleora.

“The deniers and those who insist on filling churches and going to parties and scream of their rights should be forced to see the doctors and nurses who hold those taking their last breaths. They should be forced to wrap up the bodies and take them away. They should be made to call the families. I have seen this all too often over the centuries. But now, there is no excuse. We aren’t living in the dirt, unable to read or write, or think for ourselves. People choose not to think for themselves.”

Val shook his head. “How fucked up is that?” 

“Extremely,” said Eleora. “I don’t think I have ever heard you use bad language in front of me before Val.”

“I believe you’re right my dear,” said Tellias.

“Sorry,” said Val.

“Don’t be,” said Eleora. “I might be old and silly but I have seen things that most people could never imagined.”

Over two thousand years worth of things we can’t imagineI thought.

Before we left I promised to bring my grown kids over before they left to go back to Southern California. Val told them he’d come back and stay for a few days. 

We’re Vampires, not Ghouls. We’re not politicians, or preachers, or anti-vaxxers. We want everyone to be healthy and live their best lives. 

So stay safe. Wear a mask. Hug your kids. Don’t be a dick. Be kind. And check in on those who might be alone or need extra help. Do the right thing. Think. Listen. Don’t expect miracles, but don’t add to the problems. 

Oh, by the way, December is almost here so come back for some feel good holiday cheer and Christmas related posts EVERY SINGLE DAY. Some are old favorites, but there will also be a lot of new posts for 2020.

See you soon,

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman 

Our First Feast

“I doubt if our parents care what we do, or anything about us at this point,” my brother Val told me. It was November of 1878. I had just turned nineteen and he was twenty. They’d moved to San Francisco, leaving us behind in Sacramento. The house they’d left for us was like a rabbit warren of rooms. Our brother Aaron, aged twenty five, was married and living a mile away in his own brand new Italianate mansion (where he still lives). The eldest two (Max and Andy) had long moved on and were now in San Francisco setting up their glorious careers.

They’d sold the big house we’d grown up in, which burned down as soon as we’d cleared out. I often wondered about that, considering we had been a large family of Vampires and didn’t always do things the same was as everyone else. Our (mine and Val’s) house was built in 1869 with a lot of rooms with no purpose and tall stairs from the sidewalk up to the front door in case it flooded. We had a front porch, a back yard with a few rose bushes, and not much else. It was plain and un-charming.

Val and I were determined to give this house charm. We decorated our modest home with used furnishings and a lot of green and cream colored paint.

After that we decided to do what most young people would do and have a party.

“Should it be all Vampires?” I had to ask.

Val shrugged, “No. We can invite others. We will have to warn our fanged friends to keep to themselves and only drink from bottles we planned to keep well hidden in our kitchen.

I told him not to invite all ladies and he started to argue with me.

“NO,” I said. “You are not going to turn my home into your own personal whore house.”

My brother looked at me as if I’d slapped him in the face. “I would never,” he said. “Never.”

I held my shoulders back and my head high. “Valentine, I will never judge you or be like some warm blooded prude, but I expect a certain amount of modesty and decorum from you.”

“Fine. I will allow you to see my guest list, as I expect you to show me your guest list.”

“Agreed,” I said. “What about food?”

“We need food?”

“Of course we do.”

“We don’t cook. We hardly eat. We don’t have domestics.”

“We could hire a cook,” I said.

“We could.”

“Where would we find one?”

“We could put out a post. Cook wanted for fashionable party. Or we could find Constantine. He knows everyone.”

“And he is always fashionable.”

Constantine was both a Vampire and extremely fashionable but he had just jumped on a train to travel east, then take a boat to Europe to buy art. So we put up our flyer and waited. Soon a small man named Orlando George St. Cloud came to our door. He said he had cooked for the royalty of Europe, the Emperors of China, and the highest of Sacramento high society. We didn’t really believe him but we hired him on the spot.

The night of our party Mr. St. Cloud fixed:

Stewed Eel

Filet of Sturgeon with brown butter and tarragon

Curried Crawdads with spinach

Roasted Capon with creamed trout sauce

Roasted potatoes

Rat tail soup

Onion and walnut tart

Fried chicken feet with olives

Orange milk pudding

Apple pie

Fried frog legs with smoked trout and fiddle head fern sauce.

Roast beef

Head cheese

Blood pudding

Wild lettuce salad

Tomales Bay Oysters on the half shell

Fried eggs with wild mushrooms and boiled wheat berries

Pears poached in wine and honey

Toast points with river clams and fresh butter

Meatballs with wild dill made with ingredients of unknown origin. 

Marrow bones with sage and sherry sauce.

We also managed to acquire copious amounts of alcohol.

Fifty four guests arrived. Nobody went hungry. Twenty were female. Thirty four were male. Twelve, including Val and I were Vampires.

Of course the party was a success. Val did not sleep alone. I watched the sunrise with a dozen people in my garden before going inside, drawing the curtains and sleeping for the next two days. Mr. St. Cloud brought in a crew to clean and lock up.

For the next thirty years Mr. St. Cloud cooked for us when we needed it. He also taught us to cook. He told us, “One day I shall be gone and you will be at a loss.”

I learned to cook everything except the rat tail soup. I never cared for eel. Many of the dishes made me sick but I learned to cook them anyway. Eventually Val also learned to cook, and he even attended classes. We both became experts in cooking for Vampires such as us. We don’t live on blood alone.

From then on Val and I have both welcomed guests of a wide variety to our homes to celebrate friendship and love.

Wishing you all a wonderful Thanksgiving and welcome in the holiday season (which started on Halloween.)

Cheers to all,

Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Intentions: A Thanksgiving Story

Stay with me on this one…

After skate practice (roller) my daughter grabbed my purse for me and said “WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN THAT THING?”

I said “River rocks.”

She said, “I will never carry a purse and fill it full of crap.”

I told her that it was none of her business what I had in my purse or how much it weights.

And by the time we got to the car she said a gun in my purse would be heavy. Then I told her I didn’t have a carry permit and she said I didn’t need one. Yes, this is the 14 year old, but we have hypothetical conversations like this all the time so don’t worry about it. Anyway, she asked if she had a needle, like a knitting needle would that be considered a concealed weapon. I told her it was a matter of intent. Does she intend to knit a scarf or stab someone with her knitting needle? Intent is everything.

The the conversation moved on to bear spray. I could have bear spray without a carry permit, or at least I think I could, but hey, who is checking my bottomless bag of mystery and fear (what the kids call my purse.)

Clara said that bear spray would come in handy for the upcoming bear apocalypse. I wondered if bear spray would keep zombies away.

I’ve been up close and personal with a lot of black bears. They have run across paths I’ve hiked (with and without fish in their mouths). They’ve walked along beside me on trails (I kid you now, it was weird.) They have sniffed around my tent.

Grizzlies on the other hand are another matter. I’ve never seen one in the wild but I’ve come across their fresh prints. That even puts fear into the heart of the most hardened Vampire. Grizzlies CAN bite your head off. Really. No amount of bear spray is going to do the trick on a Grizzly. Yikes.

So the point of this, aside from the fact that we have a lot of silly conversations just for fun around here…is that a bear once lead my brother Val and I to an unusual place. It wasn’t our intent but it was where we were supposed to be, even though we were not supposed to be there.

It was 1932 and my brother Val and I were driving home for the holidays. We decided to drive rather than take the train. It provided us with more freedom and a chance to see some of the back roads of America. In 1932 almost everything was a back road compared to now.

Anyway, we packed up and took our Packard Dualcowl Pheaton on the road. What possessed me to wear silk and fur is beyond me now, but that is just how we did it in those days. Val as always looked dapper and totally relaxed. Val and I are less than two years apart in age and act and look too much alike to be taken as anything other than brother and sister.

So there we were driving on an dirt and gravel road with no name, through hills that are older than Vampires when something in our beautiful car blew and sputtered and stopped.

It was night, which is no big deal for us. We could see the eyes in the woods. No big deal. Woodland creatures respect as they respect all predators. Except there were bears who came cautiously close, black bears. We started to sing and the animals left. No need for bear spray, if we’d had bear spray.

“Now what?” I asked my brother. I was absolutely starving and needed food badly. Sure in a pinch an animal would do but human company would be nice. More than nice.

We walked down the road for a mile or two when we could smell the scent of human kind in the air and saw lights through the trees.

Then sounds. Mournful singing. Singing in weird monotone voices, pitched high and ancient sounding.

Country folk with age old songs that they handed down from generation to generation without benefit of written music or any written word. I was sure most of the singers couldn’t even write their own names.

A we came to the meeting house the door opened and an arm motioned for us to come in.

The room was full of folk, plain folk of all ages, singing with unified voices songs of the hills. They sang of life. They sang of lust and greed. They sang of love. They sang of God and the spirit that is deep in us all. They sang of all that they knew.

Then they looked at us in their poor clothing. We were rich city folk, but more than that.

“Don’t be afraid,” said a man who was obviously one of their leaders. “We know what you are. You’re people of the night. Show us your fangs.”

Val and I froze as they gathered around us. Then when our fear built up they started to sing.

We are all different
Children of the earth
God’s blessing
On us all
God’s blessing
On us all
There is no evil
Only fear
There is no evil
No evil here.

Then they sat us down and offered us their wrists. They told us stories of Vampires and spirits and Werewolves and Ghosts. They told us of all creatures and of living in unity.

They said they’d welcomed us because we were lost. They invited us to join them at their Thanksgiving table. There would be fresh turkey and greens, cornbread and black eyed peas. There would be pie and root vegetables found in the forest. There would be kinship and understanding.

We stayed for the feast. And we talked of their kin and traditions. We also told them of our family.

They all wanted to touch us. They all wanted to share their blood with us. We sang the songs with them into the night. We learned their songs and they learned a few of ours – or at least some popular songs of the day.

Val and I slept through the day, and when night came again they walked us back to our car, which started just fine.

I think about those people with their bare feet and drab clothing. Their odd twangy voices that sang in unison like an unearthly wind or a chorus of lost angels.

And to this day Val and I are thankful. We never could find that road again and nobody we ever talked to knew of these folk we spent our Thanksgiving with. I’m sure they were real and not just ghosts in the woods. I’m sure this Thanksgiving one of their great grandchildren is listening to the story about the time those rich Vampires came to visit.

Thanksgiving isn’t just about who you want to be with, but maybe who you need to be with. We’re thankful for all of them. And thankful for the haunting memories of music and fellowship. Most of all we’re thankful for good intentions.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

A Ray of Hope. A Thanksgiving Story.

Thanksgiving is in Tahoe this year. My husband Justin’s family has a large beach front cabin. It is a 5,000 square foot cabin and two other smaller A frames within walking distance. Yes, they’re insanely rich, at least to me. They’re also incredible loving and giving and have taken me into their family as one of their own.

My mom left when I was five, taking my twin baby brother and sister with her. Dad said she said she was bored with her life. Bored with my dad and bored with me. I only saw her once after that. She’d poisoned the minds of my siblings by telling them that my dad was abusive. Her new husband gladly went along and encouraged it. My brother is now a successful motivational speaker. My sister is a teacher. I don’t talk to them. They don’t want to talk to me, but they like to talk about me, or somebody they say is me. I don’t care anymore.

When I was growing up Thanksgiving were small, like my grandparent’s two bedroom house – Just my dad, Grandpa and Grammy, and Uncle Ray. We’d gather around the kitchen table in Grammy’s kitchen and have a feast on old chairs covered with yellow vinyl. The table would be covered with turkey, green bean casserole, jellied cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes with little marshmallows browned on top. Everything except the turkey came out of a can except the wine. The wine was from a box with ice cubes. It was great.

Uncle Ray lived with Grandpa and Grammy. He believed that at the age of 15 he was abducted by aliens and taken for a blinding fast tour of the universe and Planet X. Ray believed that Jesus was protecting bigfoot, unicorns and other rarely seen creatures so that when mankind finally killed itself off that those were the creatures who would rule the earth. A great gray wolf would lead dwarves and elves out from their underground kingdoms to live in peace. Aliens from space would set up trade routes to earth and help the new found order prosper.

Despite his weirdness Uncle Ray was accepted into UC Berkley and managed to obtain a degree in Political Science. With his knowledge of politics he began working on his plan for a new world order he’d build along with Jesus and the Bigfoots and elves.

Yes, Uncle Ray was nuts but I adored him. My dad protected him. My grandparents accepted him. The university where he occasionally taught a course tolerated him. He never married so I was the only child there for the holidays.

At night a few hours after pie and watching “Meet Me in St. Louis”, Ray and I would go outside. He’d grab a turkey leg and I’d take a wing. We’d munch on our turkey while Ray pointed out constellations and tell me about his time with the aliens and his love for Jesus.

Ray would always take my hand and solemnly tell me, “Jenna, what I’m telling you is real. I’m not crazy.” Then we’d go inside and have turkey races with some funky wind-up toys my Grandpa got for us. We’d laugh until our sides hurt.

My grandparents and Ray are gone now. Grandpa died in his sleep the year I graduated from college. Grammy had a stroke a few months later while at a prayer group. Three years ago Ray went hiking in Death Valley one spring and vanished. The rangers found his backpack, hiking boots and an empty water bottle. There was a note that said, “Tell Jenna that I love her.”

I still have the note.

Thanksgiving with my family was never fancy or exciting but I knew I was loved.

Right after I graduated away from college my dad remarried. I met my husband Justin and Thanksgiving dishes no longer involved food from cans or vinyl chairs.

This year dad and his wife Gracie went to Montana to visit friends for Thanksgiving. I knew I’d miss them but wished them a good time.

As Justin and I drove up into the mountains I thought about Ray as I looked out the car at the forests. Over the river and through the woods… When I was 16 Ray and I would drive up to the mountains to see the stars. I’d drive. He never learned how. In the cool summer nights we’d stand in a clearing at 8,000 feet and watch the endless show of zillions of stars and watch for shooting stars and satellites. Ray would tell me about the aliens who’d be back to get him. He’d tell me about how the ancient Greeks would navigate ships and come to America to visit. He’d tell me about planets that were inhabited by people so beautiful that our eyes would explode if we looked at them. He’d tell me that he’d been in love with a girl once and kissed her under the stars but she killed herself. He said he’d see her again. The aliens said they had taken her just before her soul was lost. Uncle Ray said to never be sad. He also told me over and over that he wasn’t crazy.

“What are the thinking about?” Justin startled me out of my reverie.

“My Uncle Ray. I miss him.”

Justin put his hand on mine. “I know honey, I know.”

Thanksgiving was spectacular. The food was amazing, the company was wonderful, the day was perfect. I’m blessed to be married into such a great family.

A few hours after dinner, after football and a lot of other fun, I took Justin by the hand and led him to the kitchen. I got myself a smoked turkey wing and gave Justin a leg, then poured two glasses of wine, minus the ice cubes and took him outside to watch the stars.

We talked about what fun we’d had that day. Then we talked about starting our own family, maybe trying to start that week.

A fireball sailed across the sky. I couldn’t figure out what it was. Maybe a meteorite?

Justin held my hand and said, “It’s your Uncle Ray.”

I think it was.

~ End

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Vlad’s Vampire Diary: Grocery Store Adventures

Dear Diary,

The pandemic is still without end. 

For a Vampire such as myself this is only a minor inconvenience. For my friend Cassie who owns a bar it has been devastating. Her business is nonexistent right now. To make matters much more grim she and her bartender Diego will not be able to see their families on the holiday of giving thanks called Thanksgiving.

To help support our friends my Vampire lover Gillian, and my Vampire friends Randolpho and Constantine will make a Thanksgiving feast for Cassie and Diego. 

I have never made a Thanksgiving feast. Gillian said she can cook. She knows how. I asked her what I could do to help. I understand that is the polite thing to do. She said I could help and gave me a list of things that needed to be purchased at the grocery store. 

When I was King of Vampires years ago, before I was locked in a crypt for three hundred years, I did not have to cook. I was the King, and I am a Vampire.  

I have gone to the grocery store for cat food but never explored the abundance of wonders to be found in the isles until today. 

Gillian’s list looked easy enough.

  • Flour
  • White Sugar
  • Baking soda
  • Baking powder
  • Salt
  • Onions
  • Brown Sugar
  • Green Beans (fresh if they have them)
  • Potatoes
  • Mushrooms
  • Half and Half
  • Shortening
  • Butter
  • Pumpkin
  • Whiskey
  • Rolls
  • Cream Cheese
  • Whiskey
  • 2 dozen eggs
  • Cranberries
  • Oranges
  • Sage Sausage
  • Corn meal
  • Heavy Whipping Cream

As I walked through the grocery story, wearing a mask of course, I found myself in a somewhat confusing wonderland of human food. I was confounded by Gillian’s list.

  • Pumpkin

I could not find pumpkins. Instead I put two acorn squashes in my cart. It is fall. Acorns are fall vegetables. Acorn squashes will do nicely.

  • Half and half. 

Half of what? 

I asked a woman who stood six feet from me what half and half was. The woman said it was what some people put into coffee, like coffee creamer.

I did not find half of anything in the coffee section. What I did find was Pumpkin Spice coffee creamer. That will make the acorn squash taste like pumpkin.

  • Shortening

I do not know what this is or what needs to be shortened?

  • Rolls

I am not sure what she means by this. It might be something round. I ask a worker where the rolls are. He tells me in the bakery section.

There were pies. Beautiful pies. I got a large apple pie for Cassie. I know Cassie likes apples. 

There were also bags of small bread balls called donut holes. I thought they would roll better than anything else I saw. I got two dozen of them, which is twenty four.

  • Butter

I did not know which kind to get so I got unsalted butter, peanut butter, and cashew butter. 

  • Turkey

Finding a turkey was easy. There were also vast amounts of blood red meat. I got several large pieces for later. That will be a treat.

  • Potatoes

I did not know how many to get so I got two red potatoes. I am a Vampire. I like red.

  • Baking Soda

I could not find anything called baking soda. I put a bottle of something called Club Soda in the basket. It was the closest I could find. It has bubbles. I think it will do nicely for whatever Gillian was going to make. I will make a joke and tell her that now we belong to the club.

  • Baking Powder

I found baby powder. What madness is that? I did not get powder of any kind.

  • Cream Cheese

I found cream by the milk. Near it was something called half and half. I put a container of that in my basket. Then I went in search of cheese.  I liked the name Monterey Jack. I do not know who he is but I might like to share a glass of whiskey with him. I also got Swiss cheese, smokes Gouda, and Sharp Cheddar cheese. 

  • Sage Sausage

I do not know if that means it is smart sausage or seasoned with herbs. I will assume it is the herbs.

  • Corn meal

I looked all over the freezer section for corn meals and in the deli section for a corn meal. Nothing. Into the cart went three cans of corn. That would make a nice meal for someone who wanted corn. They could mix it with the cranberries.

  • Heavy Whipping Cream

What fresh hell is that? There will be no whipping on Thanksgiving Day with friends. 2020 was bad enough without any additional violence. I do not know what Gillian was asking for when she put that on the list.

  • Mushrooms

I assumed Gillian did not want the poisonous kind. None of the mushrooms were marked poisonous so I got several of each kind. They all looked beautiful

When I arrived home Gillian was waiting for me as I brought the groceries into the house. She said unpacked the groceries then said, “It’s a good thing you’re so cute.”

Then she took my hand and led me upstairs and made love to me as only a Vampire lover can. Bliss. I guess that was my reward for a job well done.

~ Vlad

Kissed by a Vampire

This has been the 65th installment of Vlad’s Vampire Diary. Click HERE to read more entries.

Short Story Sunday: Juice Cleanse (a Short Thanksgiving Story)

Juice Cleanse
(a Short Thanksgiving Story)

“Jesse and Nicole have decided to be vegans this year.”

“You want more coffee Mom?” Adam poured himself more then topped off his mother’s mug before she answered.

“Thanks. You know, every year it is something different with them. I’m kind of glad your brother isn’t coming for Thanksgiving this year. I love them but remember last year?”

Adam remembered. Jessie and Nicole were on a juice cleanse.  They hadn’t consumed anything but juice for the past six days. Nichole had spent most of the day in the bathroom. Mom sent them home with a care package of smoked turkey, all of the fixings, and a couple of bottles of wine. 

Thanksgiving 2019 was a big one. Mom and Dad had put out extra tables, ordered extra folding chairs, and had twenty people over. Aside from juice induced stomach problems it was a good time for everyone.

“Adam, remember that pumpkin, wheat grass, and prune juice mix they brought?” 

“Oh Mom that was so vile. I can’t believe they drank it.” They both laughed.

“Hey Mom,” said Adam. “Why don’t you and Dad come up to the cabin? I need to be there Monday anyway. You can stay until Sunday or even Monday morning if you want. We got snow last week so we can even build a snowman or a snow turkey. We can bring all the food up.”

“Will Brandy be there?” 

Brandy was Adam’s girlfriend. “Of course. Do I need to fix anything special, you know, for you and Brandy?”

“No, we eat the same things we always have.”

Adam’s mom put down her coffee cup and gave her son a hug. “I know honey. I was just asking. You know I worry about you.”

“You don’t need to worry.”

“But I do. Every full moon I worry about some crazy hunter or just a crazy person shooting you.”

“It isn’t going to happen.”

“I know you’re careful, but when you’re a mom, and your son and his girlfriend are Werewolves you worry.”

“You know we didn’t choose this.”

“I know baby. I know.” Adam’s mom smiled and kissed his cheek. “But you know Adam, it could be worse.”

“How’s that?”

“You could be on a juice cleanse.”

~ end