Come On, Lover, Let's Have A Look,"

We Could Go Back," He Said. In The Dome Light Of The Car, His Face Looked Hard As Stone. "we Could Go Back To Your House. I Can Stay With You Always. We Can Know Each Other's Bodies In Every Way, Night After Night. I Could Love You." His Nostrils Flared, And He Looked Suddenly Proud. "i Could Work. You Would Not Be Poor. I Would Help You." "sounds Like A Marriage," I Said, Trying To Lighten The Atmosphere. But My Voice Was Too Shaky. "yes," He Said.

As I Watched Bill, Waiting With Apparent Calm For Death To Come To Him, I Had A Flash Of Him As I'd Known Him: The First Vampire I'd Ever Met, The First Man I'd Ever Gone To Bed With, The First Suitor I'd Ever Loved. Everything That Followed Had Tainted Those Memories, But For One Moment I Saw Him Clearly, And I Loved Him Again.

Eric,” She Said, “maybe Someday One Of The Waitresses Will Get Pregnant, And We Can Go To A Baby Shower!” “that Would Be Something To See,” Said Eric

Do You Sometimes Wish You Could Fast-forward A Week? You Know Something Bad's Coming Up, And You Know You'll Get Through It, But The Prospect Just Makes You Feel Sick. I Worried For About Thirty Minutes, And Though I Knew There Was No Point In Doing So, I Could Feel My Anxiety Twisting Me Up In A Knot. 'bullshit,' I Told Myself Stoutly. 'this Is Utter Bullshit.

I Could Tell Hugo Was Convinced That He Would Get To Walk Back Up These Stairs: After All, He Was A Civilized Person. These Were All Civilized People. Hugo Really Couldn't Imagine That Anything Irreparable Could Happen To Him, Because He Was A Middle-class White American With A College Education, As Were All The People On The Stairs With Us. I Had No Such Conviction. I Was Not A Wholly Civilized Person.