grabbed a broom himself.
"Hi, I'm Denise," the girl said, looking around the table. "Wow, this looks awesome. I'm starving."
She grabbed some meat straight from the platter with her fingers and put it in her mouth then licked her fingers and got another piece for Spud. Eric-Mama almost choked. I have to admit, I got a bit of satisfaction out of not being the most disapproved of in the room.
"Are you ready for the tour?" Hannah asked Spud.
"Hell yeah. What do I need to do anyway? Pack up the drums and a spare pair of jocks. It's not that much of a drama. Denise has it all covered, she'll just chuck my stuff in with hers."
Hannah's jaw nearly hit the floor. So did Jack's and Eric's. What was the deal? If Spud wanted to take some chick along for the tour, who cared?
"We only have two rooms booked." Hannah's voice sounded tight like there was something in her words she wasn't saying.
"Yeah. Jack can bunk in with Eric and we'll have the other room. No sweat."
Weird glances went around the table like some crazy game, one I didn't even know the rules of. Did Hannah feel bad because she couldn't go on tour and now this chick who'd hooked up with Spud had decided to go?
"That's not possible," said Hannah. "You know that's not possible."
Duh? Why was it such a thing? It really was a thing .
"Look, it's not often I'm on Spud's side but this is a whole drama for nothing , right?"
Nobody said a nything and I remember that whole Jack-secret thing that I obviously knew nothing about because it was too secret to tell me but it was obviously bigger than I’d imagined. He was totally a werewolf. There was nothing surer. When I looked at him, I could see it. There was something lupine about him. And I'm pretty sure I'd never been to a Storm concert on a full moon. Wow, that was totally it.
That made me the dumb chick, the one who is kept in the dark long after everyone else knows what's going on. I so didn't want to be that chick because seriously, that chick is usually the first one to die. Oh my god, I had so much to live for. I could never fulfil my potential if I got ravaged by a werewolf. On the good side though, it'd mean no dinner with Eric-Mama.
I waited for someone to talk.
"Of course Jack can't share a room. He is a nice boy but if he has nightmares, he might attack Eric." Eric-Mama shook her head and glared at Spud.
What the hell? Nightmares? That was not nearly as exciting as him being a werewolf.
"Jack, mate, you have to get over these stupid nightmares. Or can't we spring for a room each?"
"We can't afford it," said Hannah.
She didn't get to say much more though because, before she could elaborate, Jack got up from the table and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Hannah sighed and ran after him.
"That's your fault," said Eric-Mama, giving Spud an evil look. "You are a stupid boy. Why can't you leave her at home? There are plenty more women on the road. She's no one special."
Denise jumped up.
"Hey, I resent that."
Poor girl, she must ’ve been wondering what she'd walked into. Neither her nor Spud seemed too concerned though, they just kept stuffing their faces with food. A lot of words hung in the air without being spoken. Eric-Mama gathered up plates and took them in to the kitchen. I did the only thing I could. I picked up my cigarettes and headed for the garden.
Eric followed me out.
"Sorry about that. I'd have told you but it wasn't really my secret."
I took a drag on my cigarette.
"Of course. It's none of my business."
Inside, I could see Eric-Mama clearing the table , snatching away bowls while Spud and Denise still tried to grab food out of them. She wasn’t going to let them eat anything if she could help it. If I thought Eric-Mama was mean to me, it was nothing on this. A less oblivious person would combust from the look in her eyes but Spud wore obliviousness like a shield. It was his super power.
"So, his nightmares are pretty bad, huh ."
"They aren't
"Hi, I'm Denise," the girl said, looking around the table. "Wow, this looks awesome. I'm starving."
She grabbed some meat straight from the platter with her fingers and put it in her mouth then licked her fingers and got another piece for Spud. Eric-Mama almost choked. I have to admit, I got a bit of satisfaction out of not being the most disapproved of in the room.
"Are you ready for the tour?" Hannah asked Spud.
"Hell yeah. What do I need to do anyway? Pack up the drums and a spare pair of jocks. It's not that much of a drama. Denise has it all covered, she'll just chuck my stuff in with hers."
Hannah's jaw nearly hit the floor. So did Jack's and Eric's. What was the deal? If Spud wanted to take some chick along for the tour, who cared?
"We only have two rooms booked." Hannah's voice sounded tight like there was something in her words she wasn't saying.
"Yeah. Jack can bunk in with Eric and we'll have the other room. No sweat."
Weird glances went around the table like some crazy game, one I didn't even know the rules of. Did Hannah feel bad because she couldn't go on tour and now this chick who'd hooked up with Spud had decided to go?
"That's not possible," said Hannah. "You know that's not possible."
Duh? Why was it such a thing? It really was a thing .
"Look, it's not often I'm on Spud's side but this is a whole drama for nothing , right?"
Nobody said a nything and I remember that whole Jack-secret thing that I obviously knew nothing about because it was too secret to tell me but it was obviously bigger than I’d imagined. He was totally a werewolf. There was nothing surer. When I looked at him, I could see it. There was something lupine about him. And I'm pretty sure I'd never been to a Storm concert on a full moon. Wow, that was totally it.
That made me the dumb chick, the one who is kept in the dark long after everyone else knows what's going on. I so didn't want to be that chick because seriously, that chick is usually the first one to die. Oh my god, I had so much to live for. I could never fulfil my potential if I got ravaged by a werewolf. On the good side though, it'd mean no dinner with Eric-Mama.
I waited for someone to talk.
"Of course Jack can't share a room. He is a nice boy but if he has nightmares, he might attack Eric." Eric-Mama shook her head and glared at Spud.
What the hell? Nightmares? That was not nearly as exciting as him being a werewolf.
"Jack, mate, you have to get over these stupid nightmares. Or can't we spring for a room each?"
"We can't afford it," said Hannah.
She didn't get to say much more though because, before she could elaborate, Jack got up from the table and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Hannah sighed and ran after him.
"That's your fault," said Eric-Mama, giving Spud an evil look. "You are a stupid boy. Why can't you leave her at home? There are plenty more women on the road. She's no one special."
Denise jumped up.
"Hey, I resent that."
Poor girl, she must ’ve been wondering what she'd walked into. Neither her nor Spud seemed too concerned though, they just kept stuffing their faces with food. A lot of words hung in the air without being spoken. Eric-Mama gathered up plates and took them in to the kitchen. I did the only thing I could. I picked up my cigarettes and headed for the garden.
Eric followed me out.
"Sorry about that. I'd have told you but it wasn't really my secret."
I took a drag on my cigarette.
"Of course. It's none of my business."
Inside, I could see Eric-Mama clearing the table , snatching away bowls while Spud and Denise still tried to grab food out of them. She wasn’t going to let them eat anything if she could help it. If I thought Eric-Mama was mean to me, it was nothing on this. A less oblivious person would combust from the look in her eyes but Spud wore obliviousness like a shield. It was his super power.
"So, his nightmares are pretty bad, huh ."
"They aren't
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