6
To say I was nervous was an understatement. My thoughts fluctuated between images of our ‘guests’ tearing us apart out of sheer malice, or me committing a faux pas and then our ‘guests’ tearing us apart out of sheer malice.
I stood outside the manor house the next afternoon with Chris at my side, and Bonnie and Duncan lined up on the other side of him. Greylock stood just slightly in front of us with the top of his cane clasped in both hands and his strange eyes on the driveway. My ears caught the crunch of gravel under tires, and a minute later a black sedan appeared over the crest of the sloped road. The vehicle was followed by a dozen more vehicles of roughly the same make and model.
I glanced over at Duncan. “Is this a funeral procession?”
He grinned. “Only for humor and go
