Thomas is convinced this time he will have a quiet vacation in Hawaii… until he meets the local vampire. More
Vicki and I are sitting on the couch, enjoying a caramel latte, and watching the first snowfall of the year gently cover the trees in a blanket of white. While we’re both born to the northern climate, neither of us likes the cold weather very much.
“I think we should move south,” she says for about the sixth time this morning.
“And what do we do with the boy?” I counter with my standard argument. “He’s got three years left at university and it’s not that easy to transfer schools, even if we become residents.”
Silence. My men friends tell me that the hardest part of being married is the silence that could mean anything or nothing, but you have to figure out which it is. I was contemplating how to answer the unanswerable when an idea popped into my usually vacant skull.
“We can go to one of grandmother’s retreats,” I suggest hopefully. “I think we could leave the boy for a couple of weeks, especially if we ask our policeman neighbour to be a bit more watchful than usual. We could find some place that’s sunny, warm, and has a beach and just forget winter for a while.”
Silence again. “How do we know what any of them are like?” pouts Vicki, “we’d likely pick out one that has rats for doormen and snails for scullery maids.” Vicki, you may be noticing, has never warmed to grandmother as I have.
“We can see them online, Vick,” I answer. “Grandmother left me an address that she says is like a real estate video site; shows the grounds and the house and the views as well.”