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Authors: David VanDyke, Drew VanDyke
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still the girl he fell in love with in high school, and even more so now.”
“But people change,” I told her.
“Not as much as you would think.”
“I’m not sure if that makes me feel bad or good.”
“Then don’t let it make you feel either,” she said. “Feel what
you
decide to feel. Will loves the Ashlee Scott you were and there’s something in him, that metaphysical something that is timeless, which loves the Ashlee that you are today.”
“But I’m a werewolf, Mother,” I let out in exasperation.
“Only temporarily, dear.”
“You mean there’s a cure?” I said, sitting up so quickly I got a little dizzy from the meds.
“No, I mean, temporarily the rest of your life.”
“Oh.” What a letdown.
I heard a scratching at the door. Mom turned to look. “That would be Spanky,” I said.
“I know that.” Mother waved her hand and the door cracked open to let him in. The dog sat at the foot of the bed, looked up at her, and cocked his head.
“He can see you, can’t he?” I said, amazed. Even Amber couldn’t see our mother.
Mom looked at me before I could get my mental shield up, and we both said what I was thinking. “Must be a dog thing.” We laughed as Spanky pawed at the bed. I lifted him up and he curled into my arms and suddenly I got really, really tired.
“Can we talk later?” I asked, and Mother nodded. Spanky and I drifted off to sleep as she floated slowly away.
Chapter 8
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!” I pounded on the keyboard in frustration.
“Hey! Hey! HEY! HEY!” My sister called from the living room as I swore at my outdated computer with the sticking H key. “I hope that’s your own laptop you’re abusing and not mine this time!”
“Yes, it’s mine. And my scumbag of an editor has reassigned my upcoming trip to Cancun. He’s giving it to one of his golfing buddies who’s been twisting his arm to do the western Caribbean. Listen to this. ‘Considering your current physical challenges, we’re concerned about your ability to fulfill your obligations at this time.’ That shithead word pimp.”
“Ashlee. Language,” my sister complained as she passed my doorway putting fresh linens into the guest bathroom.
“Is J.R. home?”
“It doesn’t matter if J.R.’s home or not. We don’t talk that way in this house,” she said, obviously forgetting the F-bombs she had dropped the other night in between cosmos with Sheri and Renee. My sister has an inflated sense of propriety until she’s had a few and then she can swear like a sailor.
“Sorry. But, if it wasn’t for me, he wouldn’t even have that assignment. I brought that contact with me and now he’s going to try to pull it right out from under my bullet-ridden ass! I don’t think so!” I shot off an email to my contact in Cancun. “Let’s see him try to fu-, I mean, screw with me,” I snarled.
“You’re such a lady, Ash,” my sister remarked. “And could you please remember to rinse and wipe the tub after you bathe. We have hard water here and it’s not easy to get the stains out once they’ve set in.”
“I thought I did,” I said, looking up at my perky-nosed sis from where I lay.
She gave me a look that said she didn’t believe me.
“Obviously not well enough,” I said as she went back down the hall and into her bedroom. “You know, the way you run this house, I’m surprised you don’t ask for military corners on all the beds,” I muttered.
“I heard that!” Her voice floated back toward me.
“Bite me.”
“I heard that, too!”
“Love you.”
This time, nothing. Yeah, sure. See? Selective hearing.
I got up and ran myself a bleach bath, then peeled out of my clothes and stared at myself in the mirror. Like my sister I bordered on petite, but I was much more athletic and she hung somewhere around model thin. I’d gotten soft not being able to work out and I was determined that within the next week, I was going to actively pursue some
“But people change,” I told her.
“Not as much as you would think.”
“I’m not sure if that makes me feel bad or good.”
“Then don’t let it make you feel either,” she said. “Feel what
you
decide to feel. Will loves the Ashlee Scott you were and there’s something in him, that metaphysical something that is timeless, which loves the Ashlee that you are today.”
“But I’m a werewolf, Mother,” I let out in exasperation.
“Only temporarily, dear.”
“You mean there’s a cure?” I said, sitting up so quickly I got a little dizzy from the meds.
“No, I mean, temporarily the rest of your life.”
“Oh.” What a letdown.
I heard a scratching at the door. Mom turned to look. “That would be Spanky,” I said.
“I know that.” Mother waved her hand and the door cracked open to let him in. The dog sat at the foot of the bed, looked up at her, and cocked his head.
“He can see you, can’t he?” I said, amazed. Even Amber couldn’t see our mother.
Mom looked at me before I could get my mental shield up, and we both said what I was thinking. “Must be a dog thing.” We laughed as Spanky pawed at the bed. I lifted him up and he curled into my arms and suddenly I got really, really tired.
“Can we talk later?” I asked, and Mother nodded. Spanky and I drifted off to sleep as she floated slowly away.
Chapter 8
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!” I pounded on the keyboard in frustration.
“Hey! Hey! HEY! HEY!” My sister called from the living room as I swore at my outdated computer with the sticking H key. “I hope that’s your own laptop you’re abusing and not mine this time!”
“Yes, it’s mine. And my scumbag of an editor has reassigned my upcoming trip to Cancun. He’s giving it to one of his golfing buddies who’s been twisting his arm to do the western Caribbean. Listen to this. ‘Considering your current physical challenges, we’re concerned about your ability to fulfill your obligations at this time.’ That shithead word pimp.”
“Ashlee. Language,” my sister complained as she passed my doorway putting fresh linens into the guest bathroom.
“Is J.R. home?”
“It doesn’t matter if J.R.’s home or not. We don’t talk that way in this house,” she said, obviously forgetting the F-bombs she had dropped the other night in between cosmos with Sheri and Renee. My sister has an inflated sense of propriety until she’s had a few and then she can swear like a sailor.
“Sorry. But, if it wasn’t for me, he wouldn’t even have that assignment. I brought that contact with me and now he’s going to try to pull it right out from under my bullet-ridden ass! I don’t think so!” I shot off an email to my contact in Cancun. “Let’s see him try to fu-, I mean, screw with me,” I snarled.
“You’re such a lady, Ash,” my sister remarked. “And could you please remember to rinse and wipe the tub after you bathe. We have hard water here and it’s not easy to get the stains out once they’ve set in.”
“I thought I did,” I said, looking up at my perky-nosed sis from where I lay.
She gave me a look that said she didn’t believe me.
“Obviously not well enough,” I said as she went back down the hall and into her bedroom. “You know, the way you run this house, I’m surprised you don’t ask for military corners on all the beds,” I muttered.
“I heard that!” Her voice floated back toward me.
“Bite me.”
“I heard that, too!”
“Love you.”
This time, nothing. Yeah, sure. See? Selective hearing.
I got up and ran myself a bleach bath, then peeled out of my clothes and stared at myself in the mirror. Like my sister I bordered on petite, but I was much more athletic and she hung somewhere around model thin. I’d gotten soft not being able to work out and I was determined that within the next week, I was going to actively pursue some
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