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"
I
’
m
fine
,
"
I
insisted
.
"
Your
family
is
going
to
think
I
’
m
insane
anyway
,
what
’
s
the
difference
?
"
He
measured
my
expression
for
a
moment
.
"
I
’
m
very
partial
to
that
color
with
your
skin
,
"
he
offered
unexpectedly
.
I
flushed
with
pleasure
,
and
looked
away
.
"
Look
,
I
’
m
trying
really
hard
not
to
think
about
what
I
’
m
about
to
do
,
so
can
we
go
already
?
"
I
asked
.
"
And
you
’
re
worried
,
not
because
you
’
re
headed
to
meet
a
houseful
of
vampires
,
but
because
you
think
those
vampires
won
’
t
approve
of
you
,
correct
?
"
"
That
’
s
right
,
"
I
answered
immediately
,
hiding
my
surprise
at
his
casual
use
of
the
word
.
He
shook
his
head
.
"
You
’
re
incredible
.
"
I
realized
,
as
he
drove
my
truck
out
of
the
main
part
of
town
,
that
I
had
no
idea
where
he
lived
.
We
passed
over
the
bridge
at
the
Calawah
River
,
the
road
winding
northward
,
the
houses
flashing
past
us
growing
farther
apart
,
getting
bigger
.
And
then
we
were
past
the
other
houses
altogether
,
driving
through
misty
forest
.
I
was
trying
to
decide
whether
to
ask
or
be
patient
,
when
he
turned
abruptly
onto
an
unpaved
road
.
It
was
unmarked
,
barely
visible
among
the
ferns
.
The
forest
encroached
on
both
sides
,
leaving
the
road
ahead
only
discernible
for
a
few
meters
as
it
twisted
,
serpentlike
,
around
the
ancient
trees
.
And
then
,
after
a
few
miles
,
there
was
some
thinning
of
the
woods
,
and
we
were
suddenly
in
a
small
meadow
,
or
was
it
actually
a
lawn
?
The
gloom
of
the
forest
didn
’
t
relent
,
though
,
for
there
were
six
primordial
cedars
that
shaded
an
entire
acre
with
their
vast
sweep
of
branches
.
The
trees
held
their
protecting
shadow
right
up
to
the
walls
of
the
house
that
rose
among
them
,
making
obsolete
the
deep
porch
that
wrapped
around
the
first
story
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
I
had
expected
,
but
it
definitely
wasn
’
t
this
.
The
house
was
timeless
,
graceful
,
and
probably
a
hundred
years
old
.
It
was
painted
a
soft
,
faded
white
,
three
stories
tall
,
rectangular
and
well
proportioned
.
The
windows
and
doors
were
either
part
of
the
original
structure
or
a
perfect
restoration
.
My
truck
was
the
only
car
in
sight
.
I
could
hear
the
river
close
by
,
hidden
in
the
obscurity
of
the
forest
.
