Channing hadn’t mentioned the night at the cemetery and I hadn’t either. The girl that had been attacked still came by in her convertible to pick up her sister, but I had no idea about the guy. I’d never seen him before the night of the party and hadn‘t seen him since. Obviously, the girl didn’t die. I wondered how long before the virus would take effect. I tried to gauge how I felt about the fact that Channing and her friends went about spreading what was the equivalent to a disease. No wait, it was out and out a disease. It would be different if they discussed it with the person and they agreed to get bitten. But the girl and guy in the cemetery had been attacked just like… I frowned. Just like the women in New Orleans that night of the party. At least now I knew what had happened.I stopped mopping and pressed the heel of my hand to my forehead. It gave me a headache just thinking about it. All I wanted was to go home to Chicago and hear how rehab had gone or what it had been like to be under house arrest for the summer- to listen to someone else’s tales of terror and forget my own.
