"Jesus . . ." he said shaking his head lightly. "Ten grand for insurance? Really?"
The previous night’s events came back to me slowly and I realized I’d fallen asleep on his shoulder while watching vampires. Thank god. We hadn’t gone that far, but it was still a mistake. We were supposed to be just friends. Friends didn’t casually fall asleep nestled together like lovers on the guy’s couch. I was supposed to be strong. I wasn’t supposed to fall for Hunter, yet I’d fallen asleep in his arms. This was bad. I gently unweaved my limbs from Hunter’s, careful not to disturb him. Then I grabbed my bag and snuck out of his apartment.Why was I always sneaking out of his place?
Rushing across campus from Hunter’s apartment, I got back to my dorm around ten in the morning. It was Friday and I had to get to swim class. I climbed the four flights of stairs to my suite and gingerly unlocked the door, hoping that Daniela wouldn’t notice that I was away all night. Otherwise I’d owe her an explanation, and I did not want to have to explain that I’d slept over at Hunter’s place last night.I opened the suite door and saw Daniela sitting on the couch watching TV. She slowly twisted her head in my direction and her wide green eyes locked onto me making me jump. Her movement reminded me of the movie The Exorcist. Damn horror movies last night.Well, well, well, she said with a sly grin.
Hello to you too. I was just grabbing breakfast in the dining hall. It was a good excuse and I was pleased with myself for thinking quick on my toes.I knocked on your door two hours ago to go eat breakfast. I’ve been sitting on this couch, waiting for you to get up and here you come walking through the front door. You were out all night weren’t you? Hm? Her eyes were mischievous yet probing.
Shifting nervously on my feet, I answered, I got up at seven and went down early.
And ate a three hour breakfast? She swiped her hand as if batting away my excuse. I’m hungry and irritable. Admit it. I caught you, Lorrie. Spill.My mother bears scars on her knuckles from ‘nice’ nuns armed with rulers, Miss Gardenside said.
No one lives who knows the truth, said the colonel. But there may yet be clues. You have not asked me what happened to Mary Francis.I say, what happened to Mary Francis? asked Eddie.
I am glad you asked, Mr. Grey. An orphan, she had no family to take her in. She was driven from place to place by folk suspicious of her involvement in the deaths, until at last she was taken in as a maid in a grand house not far from here. There she lived but a few years—and, it must be said, uncanny things took place in the house after her arrival. Some believe her ghost still haunts the gardens on summer nights.Do tell us, old boy, Eddie asked with a knowing smile, what was the name of the grand house?