All Together Dead

6

ON THE SECOND MORNING AFTER JASON’S WEDDING, I was feeling much more myself. Having a mission helped. I needed to be at Tara’s Togs right after it opened at ten. I had to pick out the clothes Eric said I needed for the summit. I wasn’t due at Merlotte’s until five thirty or so that night, so I had that pleasant feeling of the whole day stretching ahead of me.

“Hey, girl!” Tara said, coming from the back of the shop to greet me. Her part-time assistant, McKenna, glanced at me and resumed moving clothes around. I assumed she was putting misplaced items back into their correct positions; clothing store employees seem to spend a lot of time doing that. McKenna didn’t speak, and unless I was much mistaken, she was trying to avoid talking to me at all. That hurt, since I’d gone to see her in the hospital when she’d had her appendix out two weeks ago, and I’d taken her a little present, too.
“Mr. Northman’s business associate Bobby Burnham called down here to say you needed some clothes for a trip?” Tara said. I nodded, trying to look matter of fact. “Would casual clothes be what you needed? Or suits, something of a business nature?” She gave me an utterly false bright smile, and I knew she was angry with me because she was scared for me. “McKenna, you can take that mail to the post office,” Tara told McKenna with an edge to her voice. McKenna scuttled out the back door, the mail stuffed under her arm like a riding crop.
“Tara,” I said, “it’s not what you think.”
“Sookie, it’s none of my business,” she said, trying hard to sound neutral.
“I think it is,” I said. “You’re my friend, and I don’t want you thinking I’m just going traveling with a bunch of vampires for fun.”
“Then why are you going?” Tara’s face dropped all the false cheer. She was deadly serious.
“I’m getting paid to go with a few of the Louisiana vamps to a big meeting. I’ll act as their, like, human Geiger counter. I’ll tell them if a human’s trying to bullshit them, and I’ll know what the other vamps’ humans are thinking. It’s just for this one time.” I couldn’t explain more fully. Tara had been into the world of the vampires more heavily than she needed to be, and she’d almost gotten killed. She wanted nothing more to do with it, and I couldn’t blame her. But she still couldn’t tell me what to do. I’d gone through my own soul searching over this issue, even before Claudine’s lecture, and I wasn’t going to permit anyone else to second-guess me once I’d made up my mind. Getting the clothes was okay. Working for the vamps was okay…as long as I didn’t turn humans over to get killed.
“We’ve been friends for a coon’s age,” Tara said quietly. “Through thick and thin. I love you, Sookie, I always will; but this is a real thin time.” Tara had had so much disappointment and worry in her life that she simply wasn’t willing to undertake any more. So she was cutting me loose, and she thought she would call JB that night and renew their carnal acquaintance, and she would do that almost in memory of me.
It was a strange way to write my premature epitaph.
“I need an evening dress, a cocktail-type dress, and some nice day clothes,” I said, checking my list quite unnecessarily. I wasn’t going to fool with Tara anymore. I was going to have fun, no matter how sour she looked. She’d come around, I told myself.
I was going to enjoy buying clothes. I started off with an evening dress and a cocktail dress. And I got two suits, like business suits (but not really, since I can’t see myself in black pinstripes). And two pants outfits. And hose and knee-highs and a nightgown or two. And a bit of lingerie.
I was swinging between guilt and delight. I spent more of Eric’s money than I absolutely had to, and I wondered what would happen if Eric asked to see the things he’d bought. I’d feel pretty bad then. But it was like I’d been caught up in a buying frenzy, partly out of the sheer delight of it, and partly out of anger at Tara, and partly to deny the fear I was feeling at the prospect of accompanying a group of vampires anywhere.
With another sigh, this one a very quiet and private one, I returned the lingerie and the nightgowns to their tables. Nonessentials. I felt sad to part with them, but I felt better overall. Buying clothes to suit a specific need, well, that was okay. That was a meal. But buying underthings, that was something else entirely. That was like a MoonPie. Or Ding Dongs. Sweet, but bad for you.
The local priest, who had started attending Fellowship of the Sun meetings, had suggested to me that befriending vamps, or even working for them, was a way of expressing a death wish. He’d told me this over his burger basket the week before. I thought about that now, standing at the cash register while Tara rang up all my purchases, which would be paid for with vampire money. Did I believe I wanted to die? I shook my head. No, I didn’t. And I thought the Fellowship of the Sun, which was the ultra right-wing anti-vampire movement that was gaining an alarming stronghold in America, was a crock. Their condemnation of all humans who had any dealings with vampires, even down to visiting a business owned by a vamp, was ridiculous. But why was I even drawn to vamps to begin with?
Here was the truth of it: I’d had so little chance of having the kind of life my classmates had achieved—the kind of life I’d grown up thinking was the ideal—that any other life I could shape for myself seemed interesting. If I couldn’t have a husband and children, worry about what I was going to take to the church potluck and if our house needed another coat of paint, then I’d worry about what three-inch heels would do to my sense of balance when I was wearing several extra pounds in sequins.
When I was ready to go, McKenna, who’d come back from the post office, carried my bags out to my car while Tara cleared the amount with Eric’s day man, Bobby Burnham. She hung up the phone, looking pleased.
“Did I use it all up?” I asked, curious to find out how much Eric had invested in me.
“Not nearly,” she said. “Want to buy more?”
But the fun was over. “No,” I said. “I’ve gotten enough.” I had a definite impulse to ask Tara to take every stitch back. Then I thought what a shabby thing that would be to do to her. “Thanks for helping me, Tara.”
“My pleasure,” she assured me. Her smile was a little warmer and more genuine. Tara always liked making money, and she’d never been able to stay mad at me long. “You need to go to World of Shoes in Clarice to get something to go with the evening gown. They’re having a sale.”
I braced myself. This was the day to get things done. Next stop, World of Shoes.
I would be leaving in a week, and work that night went by in a blur as I grew more excited about the trip. I’d never been as far from home as Rhodes, which was way up there by Chicago; actually, I’d never been north of the Mason-Dixon Line. I’d flown only once, and that had been a short flight from Shreveport to Dallas. I would have to get a suitcase, one that rolled. I’d have to get…I thought of a long list of smaller items. I knew that some hotels had hair dryers. Would the Pyramid of Gizeh? The Pyramid was one of the most famous vampire-oriented hotels that had sprung up in major American cities.
Since I’d already arranged my time off with Sam, that night I told him when I was scheduled to leave. Sam was sitting behind his desk in the office when I knocked on the door—well, the door frame, because Sam almost never shut the door. He looked up from his bill paying. He was glad to be interrupted. When he worked on the books, he ran his hands through his reddish blond hair, and now he looked a little electrified as a result. Sam would rather be tending bar than doing this task, but he’d actually hired a substitute for tonight just for the purpose of getting his books straight.
“Come in, Sook,” he said. “How’s it going out there?”
“Pretty busy; I haven’t got but a second. I just wanted to tell you I’ll be leaving next Thursday.”
Sam tried to smile, but he ended up simply looking unhappy. “You have to do this?” he asked.
“Hey, we’ve talked about this,” I said, sounding a clear warning.
“Well, I’ll miss you,” he explained. “And I’ll worry a little. You and lots of vamps.”
“There’ll be humans there, like me.”
“Not like you. They’ll be humans with a sick infatuation with the vampire culture, or deaddiggers, looking to make a buck off the undead. None of these are healthy people with long life expectancies.”
“Sam, two years ago I didn’t have any idea of what the world around me was really like. I didn’t know what you really were; I didn’t know that vampires were as different from each other as we are. I didn’t know that there were real fairies. I couldn’t have imagined any of that.” I shook my head. “What a world this is, Sam. It’s wonderful and it’s scary. Each day is different. I never thought I would have any kind of life for myself, and now I do.”
“I’d be the last person in the world to block your place in the sun, Sookie,” Sam said, and he smiled at me. But it didn’t escape my attention that his statement was a wee bit ambiguous.
Pam came to Bon Temps that night, looking bored and cool in a pale green jumpsuit with navy piping. She was wearing navy penny loafers…no kidding. I hadn’t even realized those were still for sale. The dark leather was polished to a high shine, and the pennies were new. She got plenty of admiring looks in the bar. She perched at a table in my section and sat patiently, her hands clasped on the table in front of her. She went into the vampire state of suspension that was so unnerving to anyone who hadn’t seen it yet—her eyes open but not seeing, her body totally unmoving, her expression blank. Since she was having some downtime, I waited on a few people before I went to her table. I was sure I knew why she was there, and I wasn’t looking forward to the conversation.
“Pam, can I get you a drink?”
“What’s with the tiger, then?” she asked, going straight for the conversational jugular.
“Quinn is who I’m seeing now,” I said. “We don’t get to stay together much because of his job, but we’ll see each other at the summit.” Quinn had been hired to produce some of the summit’s expected ceremonies and rituals. He’d be busy, but I’d catch glimpses of him, and I was already excited about the prospect. “We’re spending a month together after the summit,” I told Pam.
Ah-oh, maybe I’d over-shared on that one. Pam’s face lost its smile.
“Sookie, I don’t know what strange game you and Eric have going, but it’s not good for us.”
“I have nothing going! Nothing!”
“You may not, but he does. He has not been the same since the time you two spent together.”
“I don’t know what I can do about that,” I said weakly.
Pam said, “I don’t either, but I hope he can resolve his feelings for you. He doesn’t enjoy having conflicts. He doesn’t enjoy feeling attached. He is not the carefree vampire he used to be.”
I shrugged. “Pam, I’ve been as straight with him as I can be. I think maybe he’s worried about something else. You’re exaggerating my importance in Eric’s scheme of things. If he has any kind of undying love for me, then he’s sure not telling me about it. And I never see him. And he knows about Quinn.”
“He made Bill confess to you, didn’t he?”
“Well, Eric was there,” I said uncertainly.
“Do you think Bill would ever have told you if Eric hadn’t commanded him to?”
I’d done my best to forget that night altogether. In the back of my mind, I’d known the strange timing of Bill’s revelation was significant, but I just hadn’t wanted to think about it.
“Why do you think Eric would give a flying f*ck what Bill had been ordered to do, much less reveal it to a human woman, if he didn’t have inappropriate feelings for you?”
I’d never put it to myself quite like that. I’d been so ripped up by Bill’s confession—the queen had planted him to seduce me (if necessary) to gain my trust—that I hadn’t thought of why Eric had forced Bill into the position of telling me about the plot.
“Pam, I don’t know. Listen, I’m working here, and you need to order something to drink. I gotta take care of my other tables.”
“O-negative, then. TrueBlood.”
I hurried to get the drink out of the cooler, and I warmed it up in the microwave, shaking it gently to make sure the temperature was even. It coated the sides of the bottle in an unpleasant way, but it certainly looked and tasted like real blood. I’d poured a few drops into a glass one time at Bill’s so I could have the experience. As far as I could tell, drinking synthetic blood was exactly like drinking real blood. Bill had always enjoyed it, though he’d remarked more than once that flavor wasn’t the thing; it was the sensation of biting into flesh, feeling the heartbeat of the human, that made being a vampire fun. Glugging out of a bottle just didn’t do the trick. I took the bottle and a wineglass to Pam’s table and deposited both before her, along with a napkin, of course.
“Sookie?” I looked up to see that Amelia had come in.
My roomie had come into the bar often enough, but I was surprised to see her tonight. “What’s up?” I asked.
“Um…hi,” Amelia said to Pam. I took in Amelia’s pressed khakis, her neat white golf shirt, her equally white tennis shoes. I glanced at Pam, whose pale eyes were wider than I’d ever seen them.
“This is my roommate, Amelia Broadway,” I told Pam. “Amelia, this is Pam the vampire.”
“I am pleased to meet you,” Pam said.
“Hey, neat outfit,” Amelia said.
Pam looked pleased. “You look very nice, too,” she said.
“You a local vamp?” Amelia asked. Amelia was nothing if not blunt. And chatty.
Pam said, “I’m Eric’s second-in-command. You do know who Eric Northman is?”
“Sure,” Amelia said. “He’s the blond hunk of burning love who lives in Shreveport, right?”
Pam smiled. Her fangs popped out a little. I looked from Amelia to the vampire. Geez Louise.
“Perhaps you would like to see the bar some night?” Pam said.
“Oh, sure,” Amelia said, but not as if she were particularly excited. Playing hard to get. For about ten minutes, if I knew Amelia.
I left to answer a customer beckoning from another table. Out of the corner of my eye, Amelia sat down with Pam, and they talked for a few minutes before Amelia got up and stood by the bar, waiting for me to return.
“And what brings you here tonight?” I asked maybe a little too abruptly.
Amelia raised her eyebrows, but I didn’t apologize.
“I just wanted to tell you, you got a phone call at the house.”
“Who from?”
“From Quinn.”
I felt a smile spread across my face, a real one. “What did he say?”
“He said he’d see you in Rhodes. He misses you already.”
“Thanks, Amelia. But you could’ve just called here to tell me, or told me when I got home.”
“Oh, I got a little bored.”
I’d known she would be, sooner or later. Amelia needed a job, a full-time job. She missed her city and her friends, of course. Even though she’d left New Orleans before Katrina, she’d suffered a little every day since the storm’s aftermath had devastated the city. Amelia missed the witchcraft, too. I’d hoped she’d pal around with Holly, another barmaid and a dedicated Wiccan. But after I’d introduced the two and they’d had some conversations, Amelia had told me glumly that she and Holly were very different sorts of witches. Amelia herself was (she considered) a true witch, while Holly was a Wiccan. Amelia had a thinly veiled contempt for the Wiccan faith. Once or twice, Amelia had met with Holly’s coven, partly to keep her hand in…and partly because Amelia yearned for the company of other practitioners.
At the same time, my houseguest was very anxious she might be discovered by the witches of New Orleans and made to pay a high price for her mistake in changing Bob. To add yet another emotional layer, since Katrina, Amelia feared for the safety of these same former companions. She couldn’t find out if they were okay without them discovering her in return.
Despite all this, I’d known the day (or night) would come when Amelia would be restless enough to look outside my house and yard and Bob.
I tried not to frown as Amelia went over to Pam’s table to visit some more. I reminded my inner worrier that Amelia could take care of herself. Probably. I’d been more certain the night before in Hotshot. As I went about my work, I switched my thoughts to Quinn’s call. I wished I’d had my new cell phone (thanks to Amelia’s paying me a little rent, I could afford one) with me, but I didn’t think it was right to carry it at work, and Quinn knew I wouldn’t have it with me and turned on unless I was at liberty to answer it. I wished Quinn would be waiting at home when I left the bar in an hour. The strength of that fantasy intoxicated me.
Though it would have been pleasant to roll in that feeling, indulging myself in the flush of my new relationship, I concluded was time to back down and face a little reality. I concentrated on serving my tables, smiling and chatting as needed, and refreshing Pam’s TrueBlood once or twice. Otherwise, I left Amelia and Pam to their tête-à-tête.
Finally, the last working hour was over, and the bar cleared out. Along with the other servers, I did my closing-up chores. When I was sure the napkin holders and salt shakers were full and ready for the next day, I went down the little hall into the storeroom to deposit my apron in the large laundry basket. After listening to us hint and complain for years, Sam had finally hung a mirror back there for our benefit. I found myself standing absolutely still, staring into it. I shook myself and began to untie my apron. Arlene was fluffing her own bright red hair. Arlene and I were not such good friends these days. She’d gotten involved in the Fellowship of the Sun. Though the Fellowship represented itself as an informational organization, dedicated to spreading the “truth” about vampires, its ranks were riddled with those who believed all vampires were intrinsically evil and should be eliminated, by violent means. The worst among the Fellowship took out their anger and fear on the humans who consorted with vampires.
Humans like me.
Arlene tried to meet my eyes in the mirror. She failed.
“That vamp in the bar your buddy?” she asked, putting a very unpleasant emphasis on the last word.
“Yes,” I said. Even if I hadn’t liked Pam, I would have said she was my buddy. Everything about the Fellowship made the hair rise up on my neck.
“You need to hang around with humans more,” Arlene said. Her mouth was set in a solid line, and her heavily made-up eyes were narrow with intensity. Arlene had never been what you’d call a deep thinker, but I was astonished and dismayed by how fast she’d been sucked into the Fellowship way of thinking.
“I’m with humans ninety-five percent of the time, Arlene.”
“You should make it a hundred.”
“Arlene, how is this any of your business?” My patience was stretched to its breaking point.
“You been putting in all these hours because you’re going with a bunch of vamps to some meeting, right?”
“Again, what business of yours?”
“You and me were friends for a long time, Sookie, until that Bill Compton walked into the bar. Now you see vamps all the time, and you have strange people staying at your house.”
“I don’t have to defend my life to you,” I said, and my temper utterly snapped. I could see inside her head, see all the smug and satisfied righteous judgment. It hurt. It rankled. I had babysat her children, consoled her when she was left high and dry by a series of unworthy men, cleaned her trailer, tried to encourage her to date men who wouldn’t walk all over her. Now she was staring at me, actually surprised at my anger.
“Obviously you have some big holes in your own life if you have to fill them with this Fellowship crap,” I said. “Look at what sterling guys you pick to date and marry.” With that unchristian dig, I spun on my heel and walked out of the bar, thankful I’d already gotten my purse from Sam’s office. Nothing’s worse than having to stop in the middle of a righteous walkout.
Somehow Pam was beside me, having joined me so quickly that I hadn’t seen her move. I looked over my shoulder. Arlene was standing with her back flat against the wall, her face distorted with pain and anger. My parting shot had been a true one. One of Arlene’s boyfriends had stolen the family silverware, and her husbands…hard to know where to start.
Pam and I were outside before I could react to her presence.
I was rigid with the shock of Arlene’s verbal attack and my own fury. “I shouldn’t have said anything about him,” I said. “Just because one of Arlene’s husbands was a murderer is no reason for me to be ugly.” I was absolutely channeling my grandmother, and I gave a shaky hoot of laughter.
Pam was a little shorter than I, and she looked up into my face curiously as I struggled to control myself.
“She’s a whore, that one,” Pam said.
I pulled a Kleenex out of my purse to blot my tears. I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.
Pam held my hand and wiped my tears off with her thumb. The tender effect was a little weakened when she stuck the thumb in her mouth, but I figured she meant well.
“I wouldn’t call her a whore, but she’s truly not as careful as she might be about who she goes with,” I admitted.
“Why do you defend her?”
“Habit,” I said. “We were friends for years and years.”
“What did she do for you, with her friendship? What benefit was there?”
“She…” I had to stop and think. “I guess I was just able to say I had a friend. I cared about her kids, and I helped her out with them. When she couldn’t work, I’d take her hours, and if she worked for me, I’d clean her trailer in return. She’d come see me if I was sick and bring me food. Most of all, she was tolerant of my differences.”
“She used you and yet you felt grateful,” Pam said. Her expressionless white face gave me no clue to her feelings.
“Listen, Pam, it wasn’t like that.”
“How was it, Sookie?”
“She really did like me. We really did have some good times.”
“She’s lazy. That extends to her friendships. If it’s easy to be friendly, she will be. If the wind blows the other way, her friendship will be gone. And I’m thinking the wind is blowing the other way. She has found some other way to be an important person in her own right, by hating others.”
“Pam!”
“Is this not true? I’ve watched people for years. I know people.”
“There’s true stuff you should say, and true stuff that’s better left unsaid.”
“There’s true stuff you would rather I left unsaid,” she corrected me.
“Yes. As a matter of fact, that’s…true.”
“Then I’ll leave you and go back to Shreveport.” Pam turned to walk around the building to where her car was parked in front.
“Whoa!”
She turned back. “Yes?”
“Why were you here in the first place?”
Pam smiled unexpectedly. “Aside from asking you questions about your relationship with my maker? And the bonus of meeting your delectable roommate?”
“Oh. Yeah. Aside from all that.”
“I want to talk to you about Bill,” she said to my utter surprise. “Bill, and Eric.”