“We haven’t discussed children,” I said.

Gabriel said, “I guess congratulations are in order,” and Edna just frowned.

Nevertheless, we went to the living room and Oswald opened a bottle of champagne. The conversation was awkward because we were all aware of Lily’s absence and disapproval.

AG sat beside me and asked, “Have you set a date?”

“We’re not deciding anything until Milagro recovers,” Oswald said.

AG looked meaningfully at his ex. “It could be a double ceremony.”

Edna stood up and said, “Not so fast, AG. And, Oswald, I can’t believe you asked the Young Lady when she doesn’t even remember why you broke up.”

“It’s all right, Edna,” I said. “He apologized.”

“You’re incapable of accepting reality,” she said. “We’re vampires.”

The others froze at the word, but I laughed. “There’s no such thing as vampires. Please. You have a recessive genetic autosomal condition. A medical condition.”

Edna raised one eyebrow so high that I thought it would float away from her forehead like a helium balloon. “We drink blood and can’t tolerate the sun. The transmission of our blood into a normal person’s system is usually fatal, you being the exception to the rule. AG is hoping you’ll bear children who will have our genetic advantages, without the disadvantages we vampires suffer.”

I smiled and explained patiently, “Your so-called vampirism is a condition. Photosensitivity is part of it, as is a craving for high-protein foods and drinks.”

“I give up,” Edna said. “I’m going to my cottage.”

“I’ll come with you, dear,” AG said.

“No, you won’t.” Edna walked off, her heels clicking on the floor.

I watched her tidy figure leave and felt a little deflated. I said, “It’s been very exciting and I haven’t even had my breakfast yet.” I headed toward the kitchen.

Oswald began to follow me, but Gabriel said, “Cuz, I’d like a word with you.”

“Not now, Gabe.”

The smaller man put his arm on Oswald’s. “Goddamn it, Oz—”

“That’s enough, Gabriel!” AG snapped.

“This is between Oswald and me, Granddad.”

“Don’t you talk back to me, young man. I’m trying to be tolerant of your lifestyle as it is.”

Gabriel’s face went cold. “Not as much as I’m trying to be tolerant of yours, old man. Don’t think I don’t know how you’ve kept from being lonesome all these years.”

I didn’t know what was going on between them and I didn’t really care. “It’s okay, Oswald. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.”

I could already see what Oswald meant about people interfering. I also remembered his comment about puppy fat, so my breakfast consisted of a glass of tomato juice.

The thought of Lily being upset bothered me, so I took off the ring, pulled the glove back on, and went to find her.