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after Ginger called"
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"Do you have to be so damn truthful? I guess there are
vampires, you tell us all these stupid truths. No reason you
should lie about that and then tell use all this stuff about
making it up as you go along."*
Jean started to speak but Kit threw up her hand, "No! just
be quiet. I want you to either tell me everything's going to be
all right and this is all a big game to impress your girl friend,
or I want you to be quiet."
Jean shrugged his shoulders and sat back in his chair and
looked out the window.
Ginger waited until he relaxed and then sat next to him
wordlessly and laid her head in his lap and was asleep in
seconds. Kit just looked out the window and fumed. Buried
deep within her anger was one lone thought that told her that
this is what she had lived her life for.
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Chapter 10
Pat looked across the table at his friends as they argued,
teased and laughed. So much had happened in the last week
and he was feeling odd. Spring Semester was about to begin
and summer would bring changes for them all. Pat thought
about his own career, his plans and goals. Despite what David
told him over and over, he did have plans and it looked like
they were going to come to fruition. Wayne was off to New
York to try and live off his music. He had some contacts, and
had no pretense about getting symphonic work right away but
was confident that he could find enough studio work to keep
him afloat.
Samantha had already had three job offers in school
systems across the Midwest. Julie, well that was a story
wasn't it? Pat reflected back to the weekend when he was
alone in his room. Funny how your life changes in a moment.
It all began with a knock on his door.
Pat was surprised when the light rap had disrupted his
reading. He wasn't expecting anyone. He wasn't the type that
people just dropped in on, and he was concentrating hard on
the data analysis displayed on his computer. He couldn't
believe the results, and was double and triple checking. He
ambled to the door and opened it to find Julie standing before
him.
"Julie?"
"Hi Pat, how are you?"
"Julie? I didn't even think you knew where this place was."
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"Pat, I've lived in Bloomington all my life, I know where
the Wildlife Sanctuary is. Everyone does. Now are you going
to let me in?"
"Of course, please come in. Have a seat." He pointed to
the shabby couch against the wall. He quickly scanned his
room and was relieved that it wasn't too messy, although his
stack of Penthouses has out and piled next to his water bed.
Pat blushed slightly, but Julie ignored it.
Pat looked around and grabbed his computer chair and
pulled it close to the couch so they could talk. "Oh, can I get
you something, I think I have a beer or two in the fridge" he
pointed to the dorm refrigerator in the corner.
Julie just smiled and said "No thanks, I'm fine." She looked
around and finally added, "I never have been in the
Sanctuary, it really is something."****Pat knew what she
meant. The house had once been the largest mansion in
Bloomington, a large and elegant home, with a commanding
presence. It was still large, and despite years of neglect and
abuse at the hands of literally hundreds of students, it
retained at least an echo of its former grandeur.
The house had been partitioned off by a family member
who inherited the monstrous house back in the sixties. The
neighborhood had degenerated by then, and it was impossible
to sell the large mansion. There was some talk about tearing
it down, but the owner thought that he'd let the students do
that one piece at a time. Still, the old house was tougher than
he expected, and 35 years later it still stood as a local
landmark. The owner put the minimal amount of maintenance
into the structure to keep the housing authorities of his back.
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He was waiting for something major to go wrong. Then he
would raze the structure.
If you looked carefully, you could still find hints to the
wonderful house that it use to be. David's front doors, were
actually an elegant set of French doors with leaded glass and
crystal door knobs. He kept them covered with a curtain for
privacy. "Would you like the two bit tour?" He asked, feeling
very uncomfortable.
"No thanks, maybe later. Hey, I don't want a beer, but a
soda would be nice."
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