Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Dead Rite chapter 73.01

“There's no time to lose.” Harold stood and poured the remains of his tea into the sink. “Lucy's in danger and a zombie wants the secret to eternal life.”

“And we need a new shopminder and records keeper.” Jasfoup looked down at the floor. “And someone who dusts once in a while wouldn't go amiss.” He sipped from his cup, steadfastly refusing to waste the contents, emergency or no.”

“Right. She'd have to be gifted in some way, and a good nanny, too.”

“Doesn't have to be a she. There's such a thing as equal rites, you know.”

“True. It could be an it. I'm not fussy. Just no werewolves, okay?”

“If you say so, though I still think you're being rash about kicking Felicia out.”

“She could have killed Lucy.”

“She was upset about you killing her sister?”

“Me? It was you who dragged her to Hell.”

“Only because you'd burned her to a crisp.”

“Only because you were off mucking about with Devious.”

“That's right. It's his fault.”

“Yes. If it hadn't been for Devious...” Harold looked at the kitchen counter where the imp had been shivering in a towel. The towel was still there, crumpled into a damp pile smelling of wet imp, but the imp was gone.”

“Where'd he go?”

“I don't know.” Harold clicked his fingers. “But he'll be right back if he knows what's good for him.”

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