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of the house. I couldn’t help making a list of grievances in my head. Number one, tiger goddess prowls Chinatown. Number two, ex-rapist gets me drunk or possibly roofied me and tries to seduce me. Number three, current boyfriend catches seduction mid-kiss and leaves me. Number four, tiger goddess tries to kill me with the black plague. Number five, my grandfather dies. Number six, relatives from Hell…that’s the Christian Hell with two Ls not the Viking goddess with one…descend upon my helpless grandmother. Number seven, I get to celebrate my twenty-seventh birthday in the midst of this mess, without my wolf or my grandpa.
Weren’t bad things supposed to come in threes?
My Uncle David, the baby of the bunch, showed up with his daughter Shannon and I breathed a sigh of relief. Sweet, beautiful Shannon took Grandma’s other side while Grandma started to ramble about the rapture and how if Grandpa had just held out one more month, they would have ascended to Heaven together… but it’s okay because she’ll see him next month when the rapture takes her. My poor cousin’s face blanched.
“ Grandma,” I patted her, “telling a young girl that God is going to take all the good Christians up to Heaven next month and leave all of us horrid sinners behind to suffer numerous tortures, is not reassuring right now. Let’s hold off on that conversation, okay?”
Grandma grimaced at me and broke into a fresh wave of tears. Brilliant Vervain, just brilliant. Sometimes I wished I had a filter.
Chapter Twelve
My house was overflowing with flowers.
How had the entire God Realm found out about my grandfather in less than eight hours? And why hadn’t an arrangement arrived from Trevor… a card, a note, a telegram, a carrier pigeon, something? The large bouquet from Fenrir and “your Froekn family” didn’t count. Fenrir had delivered it in person and was actually still camped out on my sofa… along with Odin, Vidar, Vali, Blue, Persephone, Hades, Ull, Pan, Finn, Teharon, Mr.T, Mrs. E, Thor, and even Horus. But no Trevor.
Kirill was in the kitchen trying to make party trays of the food that people had been dropping off by the truckload. Why does everyone try to feed you when they know food is the last thing you want? They should drop off bottles of alcohol and lots of mint candies because you need alcohol when you're sad and whether I'm drinking or not, my stomach just felt like it was on the verge of throwing up all the time and mint helped with that.
Everyone was scrupulously avoiding Trevor as a subject of conversation. It was starting to annoy me. When you lost someone you loved, whether it be to death or their own stupidity(yes, I’d decided that it was Trevor’s fault because it was easier that way. Give me a break, I was in mourning) you didn’t want to be surrounded by sympathetic eyes and ears. I wanted to curl up in bed and sleep until everything had returned to normal, or as normal as my life could be.
The only bright spark in my darkness to look forward to was the arrival of my mother. She was getting in at 11am. She was getting a rental car and going to Grandma’s to actually help and comfort my grandmother unlike my other relatives who would be staying at a friend’s house, using their van, and hardly seeing Grandma at all even though her money paid for their vacation… oh, I mean their bereavement visit.
I edged into the kitchen and rooted through the liquor cabinet until I found the tequila. I uncapped it, took a long pull, gasped for air, took another swallow, then capped and replaced it. Kirill said nothing, pretended to not even notice. Now that was the kind of company I needed… although it would’ve been even better with just the two of us in the bedroom.
Horrible I know, but any psychiatrist will tell you that when confronted with death, the natural instinct is to try to reaffirm life. I needed some
Weren’t bad things supposed to come in threes?
My Uncle David, the baby of the bunch, showed up with his daughter Shannon and I breathed a sigh of relief. Sweet, beautiful Shannon took Grandma’s other side while Grandma started to ramble about the rapture and how if Grandpa had just held out one more month, they would have ascended to Heaven together… but it’s okay because she’ll see him next month when the rapture takes her. My poor cousin’s face blanched.
“ Grandma,” I patted her, “telling a young girl that God is going to take all the good Christians up to Heaven next month and leave all of us horrid sinners behind to suffer numerous tortures, is not reassuring right now. Let’s hold off on that conversation, okay?”
Grandma grimaced at me and broke into a fresh wave of tears. Brilliant Vervain, just brilliant. Sometimes I wished I had a filter.
Chapter Twelve
My house was overflowing with flowers.
How had the entire God Realm found out about my grandfather in less than eight hours? And why hadn’t an arrangement arrived from Trevor… a card, a note, a telegram, a carrier pigeon, something? The large bouquet from Fenrir and “your Froekn family” didn’t count. Fenrir had delivered it in person and was actually still camped out on my sofa… along with Odin, Vidar, Vali, Blue, Persephone, Hades, Ull, Pan, Finn, Teharon, Mr.T, Mrs. E, Thor, and even Horus. But no Trevor.
Kirill was in the kitchen trying to make party trays of the food that people had been dropping off by the truckload. Why does everyone try to feed you when they know food is the last thing you want? They should drop off bottles of alcohol and lots of mint candies because you need alcohol when you're sad and whether I'm drinking or not, my stomach just felt like it was on the verge of throwing up all the time and mint helped with that.
Everyone was scrupulously avoiding Trevor as a subject of conversation. It was starting to annoy me. When you lost someone you loved, whether it be to death or their own stupidity(yes, I’d decided that it was Trevor’s fault because it was easier that way. Give me a break, I was in mourning) you didn’t want to be surrounded by sympathetic eyes and ears. I wanted to curl up in bed and sleep until everything had returned to normal, or as normal as my life could be.
The only bright spark in my darkness to look forward to was the arrival of my mother. She was getting in at 11am. She was getting a rental car and going to Grandma’s to actually help and comfort my grandmother unlike my other relatives who would be staying at a friend’s house, using their van, and hardly seeing Grandma at all even though her money paid for their vacation… oh, I mean their bereavement visit.
I edged into the kitchen and rooted through the liquor cabinet until I found the tequila. I uncapped it, took a long pull, gasped for air, took another swallow, then capped and replaced it. Kirill said nothing, pretended to not even notice. Now that was the kind of company I needed… although it would’ve been even better with just the two of us in the bedroom.
Horrible I know, but any psychiatrist will tell you that when confronted with death, the natural instinct is to try to reaffirm life. I needed some
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