Day Shift
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Manfred noticed uneasily that Joe’s eyes, normally a calm, boring brown, were sort of glowy. Chuy’s, too. Rasta had leaped up beside Chuy. He was relieved to see that the dog’s eyes looked absolutely normal. “We’ll make another plan, guys. No problem,” he said, in a brave attempt at a cheerful voice.
There was a lull in the conversation, during which they all took a step back from being upset.
Manfred said, “Olivia, didn’t you tell me that you were looking for a desk for your apartment?”
Olivia took the cue. “Thanks for reminding me. Joe, I do need a desk, if one comes in that’s not too fragile or pricey.”
“I did get a fauxtique desk yesterday,” Joe said, smiling. “Probably from the nineteen sixties and very sturdy. I don’t know if we could get it down the stairs to your place, though. We’d have to come around to the side, take it straight in the east door. . . .”
They embarked on a technical discussion about moving the desk.
“Maybe I can use my high school math skills for once,” Manfred said. “I knew there was a reason I had to take it.”
They were able to have a decent dinner together, though Manfred became distracted by trying to figure out another plan. He yearned to be out from under his situation the way a man in the desert yearns to spot a palm tree.
Olivia elbowed him when he was thinking vaguely about suing Lewis for slander. Or some other defamation. “What?” he asked her.
There was a stranger inside the doorway.
“That’s Mr. Big Eyes, Shorty Horowitz’s grandson,” she said.
The stranger waited to be seated, and Manfred called, “Just take a seat anywhere. Madonna or the kid will be with you in a second.” He nodded and took one of the tables for two along the front wall. Unfortunately, it was the Rev’s table.
“Any one but that one!” Olivia said. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to the one nearest the door. They all nodded.
Olivia muttered, “I could kick myself. I should have thought that at him, to see if he’d react. I know he heard me thinking about how pretty his eyes are, at the hotel.”
The man was looking down at his silverware rather pointedly.
“He can hear my thoughts,” she said to Manfred.
Joe and Chuy had gone to the counter to talk to Madonna for a moment, while the new boy was coming to their booth with the credit card and charge slip.
“I’ve met a person who could do that, before,” Manfred said.
“You’re kidding.”
“Not at all.” Manfred signed the slip and got out of the booth to walk to the newcomer’s table. Mr. Big Eyes looked up, unsurprised.
“Hi,” Manfred said. He hesitated. “Do you, by any chance, know a waitress in Louisiana? Works in a bar in a little town called Bon Temps?”
The difference in the newcomer’s face was comical. He looked startled, alarmed, and panicky in quick succession. “Why do you want to know?” he said, with unconvincing indifference.
“Because I know her, too, and my friend here believes you share a trait with her.”
Olivia, who’d been right on his heels, stepped up to Manfred’s side.
“I’m Olivia Charity,” she said. “I hear you’re Shorty Horowitz’s grandson?”
“Your buddies told you,” the newcomer said. He was tall and lean, and he looked as if he’d spent a lot of his life looking behind him and around corners, waiting for an attack. “Yeah, I’m Rick Horowitz.”
“Manfred Bernardo.” Manfred held out his hand, and somewhat reluctantly, Rick shook it. When he let Manfred’s hand go, he looked a little surprised.
“So you do know Sookie,” he said. “You’re a friend?”
“Yes, I am,” Manfred said. “Olivia, I’ll tell you about her someday.”
“Is everyone in this town different?” Rick said, keeping his voice low.
Manfred smiled. “Brother, you have no idea,” he said. “If you’re going to be in town for a few days, drop in to see me. You can’t spend your whole time in the hotel.”
Olivia said, “We don’t see too many new faces here, Rick.”
The newcomer looked from one of them to the other. He seemed to come to a conclusion. “Please,” he said. “If we’re going to know each other beyond saying hello, you can call me Barry.”
Rick—or rather, Barry—told Manfred he’d visit the next morning. He’d glanced down at his cell phone at a weather screen, and then told them he needed to order.
“You have somewhere to be tonight,” Manfred said.
“Not exactly,” Barry said. “I don’t stay out after sunset in Texas.”
They both regarded him with some astonishment. When he didn’t expand on this statement, Manfred said, “Sure. Well, see you around.” With the new busboy hovering to take Barry’s order, they waved and left Home Cookin.
“Doesn’t stay out after sunset in Texas?” Olivia muttered to Manfred as they walked home.
“I don’t blame him,” Manfred said. “I think he’s vampire-phobic.”
“Just in Texas?”
“He hasn’t told us the whole truth about anything but that. He’s really worried about vampires. I guess it’s lucky Lemuel isn’t around.”
Olivia obviously disagreed, but she said, “There aren’t any other vampires in a two-hundred-mile radius of Midnight. Did you know that? This Rick, rechristened Barry, might be glad to hear it.”