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legs. That’s exactly what you are ladies.” He looked like a mountain man that had just come out of the mountains and into civilization, with wild and crazy looking eyes. The more days that went by the hungrier Jerome had been getting for their blood, but he liked to be patient. He took pride in the fact that he was so patient. Now he was just hungry enough to eat their faces off and drink their blood. They would taste as good as a cold draft from a large mug. They wou ld be such a thirst-quencher. Jerome considered that his hunger just might be making him a little emotional. Instead of low blood sugar, did he have low blood blood? That thought made him smile. It was satisfying when he cracked himself up.
     
        Mary-Lynn Baker was at the kitchen table reading the Times and Transcript newspaper as Betty-Ann Cormier and Margery Tailor were at the sink doing the supper dishes. Margery always hummed when she did the dishes, and she was so good at it that the other two appreciated it. Her humming could raise anyone’s mood as she had a talent for it. All three were unattached and had little family, although Margery did have two sisters in Abbotsford, British Col umbia, and a brother in Detroi t she hadn’t heard from them in years. They were all well-off and she wasn’t. She had been ostracized without a single word , pu shed out of the family loop .
     
        “That poor President Obama,” said Mary-Lynn. “Every time he tries to do something they stop him from doing it. They say it a terrible idea when it’s a great idea. A president should have more power than that, don’t you think? Otherwise, what’s the point of being pres id ent? I mean if they fight you on every little thing. Of course having too much power could be dangerous. ”
     
        Betty-Anne was busy scrubbing spaghetti sauce off a white plate that had been left to set for too long . “It’s all about getting re-elected . They really don’t care if the coun try goes right down the toilet . They have lots of money and to them that’s all that matters , but boy do they like to pretend. They get in their limousines and go home to their mansions after telling poor folks to tighten their belts. I’d like to tighten a belt around their necks. ”
     
       “I think we watch too much CNN.” Mary-Lynn considered how they almost never watched the Canadian news, because it hit too close to home . They were all CNN junkies.
     
       The plate dropped and smashed on the floor, sending white pieces flying everywhere as Betty -Anne scre amed the most horrible scream. Jerome was staring into the window over the kitchen sink with wild eyes; he liked to play with his food. They would have jumped out of their skin if they could have managed it. The vampire maneuvered himself so that he was upside down, appearing to be some sort of crazed maniac , but of course they knew he was a vampire. The biter repeatedly showed them his fangs and then retracted them. He made his way around the window twice as if defying gravity , peering in at them from different angles in order to terrorize. The sound of him doing so was awful. If anyone showed up to challenge him he would run off and return again tomorrow night.
     
       Margery ran and grabbed the phone off the wall but the line was cut . She grabbed her cell phone out of her purse but unfortunately discovered that the battery was dead. She felt like she was going to vomit. “My cell phone is dead! What in God’s name are we going to do?”
     
         Mary-Lynn closed the curtains and tried to remain calm but her shaking hands told a different story . She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself but it wasn’t working. “He can’t get in if we don’t invite him in . He’s trying t o make us run for help. Nobody can outrun a blood sucking vampire. ” She screamed toward the window. “ Get out of here you bloodsucker! ”
     
        Jerome went up the side of the house and onto the roof; it was