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horse he might purchase. The man said, “Andrei. Are you well?”
I know fathers. I have one and my friends all have one. When a father asks his son that question, it isn’t simply to begin the conversation. He meant, “I know you were in a fight. I see that you won. I’m proud of you. Did you get hurt?”
Andrei said, “I’m fine, father”, which in father/son speak means “I’m undamaged. I disposed of our common enemy completely.”
The father continued, by the way without introducing himself to me or giving me the least bit of attention, “Tell me why this is happening to our family.”
The mother had been wandering around my apartment, touching my personal pictures and keepsakes. I know psychology. She’s invading my personal space to show me she could own me if she wanted, and there’s nothing I could do about it. I have to control my temper.
Andrei said, “It’s the Janov clan, again. I think they followed me when I left our house. Just two men. I don’t know why it wasn’t more.”
“Probably, a surprise to them. They came upon you by accident and thought they’d try their luck.”
I have had it. Enough. I gathered, not my courage, but my control, and stepped in front of the mother. She’d been making a circuit of my room, wandering from table to fireplace to table. I put myself in her way. She’d have to stop or deliberately walk around me. If she tried that, I’d take her arm and stop her. She knew it. She looked at me for the first time. “Well, what are you then. Usually, it’s a barmaid or a serving girl, even an actress. I suppose you fall in that category.”
I did it. I controlled my voice and answered in a conversational tone. “No. Actually, I’m the principal of a high school.” I had to add something to that. “I have a doctorate in Juvenile Psychology and a fellowship with Columbia University.” Not good enough yet. “My high school is part of the criminal justice system in New York. All the students have committed serious felonies.”
Damn, that felt good. I could see in her eyes that she considered me a worthy opponent. At least, I wasn’t dismissible any more. She said, “Interesting” and turned away.
I turned to both mother and father. “My name is Becky Matthews. This is my home. What are your names?”
They looked at each other. I kept my mouth shut and waited. They had two choices. They could turn and leave, and allow me to take their son as mine or they could acknowledge my existence and treat me with some tolerance.
They stayed. The father said, “I am Count Jovan Silviu Vidnesceau, hereditary leader of the former kingdom of Pietra Niemt in the current state of Romania. This is my wife, Georgiana.”
I kept it up. “Welcome to my home. Would you care to sit down?” I gestured to the sofa. They looked at each other. Once again, they had to choose between losing their son and recognizing me as a human being with innate value. They sat. Just one more. “Would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea?”
Score! The mother, Georgiana, said, “Nothing. Thank you” and looked directly at me when she said it.
I pointed at one of my armchairs for Andrei and sat down on another. I didn’t press it. I could have said, “Tell me about being a vampire”, but I didn’t. I looked at Andrei in a significant way. I didn’t need to. He picked up the ball very nicely. “I told her that I’m a vampire. She seemed to handle the news well.”
Georgiana took over. “Miss Matthews, may I speak plainly?”
She was going to tell me I didn’t deserve her son. I’ll let her do it. She surprised me.
“You passed. The words I said were meant to dismiss you. We’ve been a royal family for five hundred years. Women come to our sons with their eyes full of money. They know they don’t belong, and they can’t stand up to the least amount of resistance. I apologize for including you in that group. You have accomplished a great deal. We will accept you in our
I know fathers. I have one and my friends all have one. When a father asks his son that question, it isn’t simply to begin the conversation. He meant, “I know you were in a fight. I see that you won. I’m proud of you. Did you get hurt?”
Andrei said, “I’m fine, father”, which in father/son speak means “I’m undamaged. I disposed of our common enemy completely.”
The father continued, by the way without introducing himself to me or giving me the least bit of attention, “Tell me why this is happening to our family.”
The mother had been wandering around my apartment, touching my personal pictures and keepsakes. I know psychology. She’s invading my personal space to show me she could own me if she wanted, and there’s nothing I could do about it. I have to control my temper.
Andrei said, “It’s the Janov clan, again. I think they followed me when I left our house. Just two men. I don’t know why it wasn’t more.”
“Probably, a surprise to them. They came upon you by accident and thought they’d try their luck.”
I have had it. Enough. I gathered, not my courage, but my control, and stepped in front of the mother. She’d been making a circuit of my room, wandering from table to fireplace to table. I put myself in her way. She’d have to stop or deliberately walk around me. If she tried that, I’d take her arm and stop her. She knew it. She looked at me for the first time. “Well, what are you then. Usually, it’s a barmaid or a serving girl, even an actress. I suppose you fall in that category.”
I did it. I controlled my voice and answered in a conversational tone. “No. Actually, I’m the principal of a high school.” I had to add something to that. “I have a doctorate in Juvenile Psychology and a fellowship with Columbia University.” Not good enough yet. “My high school is part of the criminal justice system in New York. All the students have committed serious felonies.”
Damn, that felt good. I could see in her eyes that she considered me a worthy opponent. At least, I wasn’t dismissible any more. She said, “Interesting” and turned away.
I turned to both mother and father. “My name is Becky Matthews. This is my home. What are your names?”
They looked at each other. I kept my mouth shut and waited. They had two choices. They could turn and leave, and allow me to take their son as mine or they could acknowledge my existence and treat me with some tolerance.
They stayed. The father said, “I am Count Jovan Silviu Vidnesceau, hereditary leader of the former kingdom of Pietra Niemt in the current state of Romania. This is my wife, Georgiana.”
I kept it up. “Welcome to my home. Would you care to sit down?” I gestured to the sofa. They looked at each other. Once again, they had to choose between losing their son and recognizing me as a human being with innate value. They sat. Just one more. “Would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea?”
Score! The mother, Georgiana, said, “Nothing. Thank you” and looked directly at me when she said it.
I pointed at one of my armchairs for Andrei and sat down on another. I didn’t press it. I could have said, “Tell me about being a vampire”, but I didn’t. I looked at Andrei in a significant way. I didn’t need to. He picked up the ball very nicely. “I told her that I’m a vampire. She seemed to handle the news well.”
Georgiana took over. “Miss Matthews, may I speak plainly?”
She was going to tell me I didn’t deserve her son. I’ll let her do it. She surprised me.
“You passed. The words I said were meant to dismiss you. We’ve been a royal family for five hundred years. Women come to our sons with their eyes full of money. They know they don’t belong, and they can’t stand up to the least amount of resistance. I apologize for including you in that group. You have accomplished a great deal. We will accept you in our
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