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"We just left practice," Sean said when Rue stayed silent.
"I just visited my mother," Hallie said. "She seems to be a little better."
Rue knew she had to speak, or she would seem like the most insufferable snob. Maybe I am a snob, she thought unhappily. "Is your mom in the hospital?"
"No, she's in Van Diver Home, two blocks down."
Rue had walked past there a Couple of times, and thought what a grim place it was, especially for an old folks' home. "I'm sorry," she said.
"She's in the Alzheimer's wing." Hallie's hand was already waving off Rue's expression of sympathy. "If I didn't work for Sylvia, I don't know how I could pay the bills."
"You have another day job, too?"
"Oh, yes. Every day, and nights I don't work for Sylvia, I'm a cocktail waitress. In fact, I'm due back at work. I ran down to see Mom on my break. Good to see both of you."
And off Hallie hurried, her high heels clicking on the pavement. She turned into a bar on the next block, Bissonet's.
Rue and Sean resumed the short walk to Rue's building.
"She's no saint, but it's not as simple as you thought," Sean said when they'd reached her building.
"No, I see that." On an impulse, she gave him a quick hug, then quickly mounted the steps without looking back.
Two weeks later, Blue Moon's three male vampires and three human women were dressing in a remote and barren room in the Jaslow mansion. Co
Rick and Phil, the two vampires who ordinarily worked together at "specialty" parties for Black Moon, had polished a juggling act. They would go on first. They were laughing together (Phil only laughed when he was with Rick) as they stood clad only in floral loincloths. "At least we don't have to wear the wigs," the taller Rick said, gri
"We look like a bunch of idiots," Julie said bluntly. She tossed her head, and the shoulder-length black wig fell back into place flawlessly.
"At least we're getting paid to look like idiots," Karl said. The driver of the van that had brought them all out to the Jaslow estate, De
Anxious about the coming performance, Rue began to stretch. She was already wearing the jungle-print skirt, which draped around to look like a sarong, and matching bikini panties. The bra top matched, too, a wild jungle print over green. The shoulder-length wig swung here and there as she warmed up, and the pink artificial flower wobbled. Rue's stomach was a uniform color, thanks to Julie and Megan.
Karl had brought the CD with their music and given it to the event pla
Rue went over the whole routine mentally. Sean came to stand right beside her. On his way out the door with Phil, Rick gave her a kiss on the cheek for luck, and Rue managed to give him a happy smile.
"Nervous?" Sean asked. It came out, "Nervous?"
"Yes." She didn't mind telling him. Head up, shoulders square, chest forward, big smile, pretty hands. "There. I'm okay now."
"Why do you do that? That little… rearrangement?"
"That's what my mother told me to do every time I went on stage, from the time I was five to the time I was twenty."
"You were on stage a lot?"
"Beauty pageants," Rue said slowly, feeling as though she were relating the details of someone else's life. "Talent contests. You name it, I was in it. It cost my parents thousands of dollars a year. I'd win something fairly often, enough to make the effort worth it, at least for my father." She began to sink down in a split. "Press down on my shoulders." His long, thin fingers gripped her and pressed. He always seemed to know how much pressure to apply, though she knew Sean was far stronger than any human.
"Did you have brothers or sisters?" he asked, his voice quiet.
"I have a brother," she said, her eyes closed as she felt her thighs stretch to their limit. She hadn't talked about her family in over a year.
"Is your brother a handsome man?"
"No," Rue said sadly. "No, he isn't. He's a sweet guy, but he's not strong."
"So you didn't win every pageant you entered?" Sean teased, changing the subject.
She opened her eyes and smiled, while rising to her feet very carefully. "I won a few," she said, remembering the glass-fronted case her mother had bought to hold all the trophies and crowns.
"But not all?" Sean widened his eyes to show amazement.
"I came in second sometimes," she conceded, mocking herself, and shot him a sideways look. "And sometimes I was Miss Congeniality."
"You mean the other contestants thought you were the sweetest woman among them?"
"Fooled them, huh?"
Sean smiled at her. "You have your moments." The sweetness of that downtumed mouth, when it crooked up in a smile, was incredible.
"You knock my socks off, Sean," she said honestly. She was unable to stop herself from smiling back. He looked very strange in his costume the flowered loincloth, ankle bracelets made of shells and the short black wig. Thompson was the only one who looked remotely natural in the get-up, and he was gloating about it.
"What does that mean?"
She shook her head, still smiling, and was a little relieved when De
After Karl's last minute adjustment of the bright costumes and the black wigs, the six barefoot dancers padded down the carpeted hall to the patio door, and out across the marble terrace into the torch-lit backyard of the Jaslow estate. Rick and Phil loped past them on their way inside, burdened with the things they'd used in their act. "Went great," Rick said. "That backyard's huge."
"It's probably called the garden, not the backyard," Thompson muttered.
Karl said, "Sean, is this the sort of place you grew up in?"
Sean snorted, and Rue couldn't tell if he was deriding his former affluence, or indicating what he'd had had been much better.
Since Rue was shorter than Julie, she was in the middle when the three women stepped out across the marble terrace and onto the grass to begin their routine. Smiling, they posed for the opening bars of the drum music. Julie looked like a different person with the black wig on. Rue had a second to wonder if Julie's own mother would recognize her before the drums began. The routine began with a lot of hulalike hip twitching, the three women gradually rotating in circles. The intense pelvic motion actually felt good. The hand movements were simple, and they'd practiced and practiced doing them in unison. Rue caught a glimpse of Megan turning too fast and hoped the torchlight was obscuring