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For the next two nights, we worked on Ephram learning to fly and other mundane things vampires are naturally capable of—once they realize it’s possible. As with toddlers, knowing they should be able to do something, and actually getting the hang of it, can be two different and sometimes frustrating things. When we weren’t working on that, we explored the city. Even though he had been here for over half a year, there were places Ephram knew nothing about. He hadn’t been to the zoo, so we visited it—after hours. He tried, and failed, to control one of the lynx, but successfully got a raccoon to do his bidding, which made him happy. We also visited two of the cemeteries, Lafayette No. 1 and St. Louis No. 1, which he found fascinating. “Do vampires really go to ground here, in the crypts?”