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don’t bring down a bunch of people who depend upon them.”
    “Don’t they?” he murmured. “Funny. I thought that Samuel almost brought down a lot of people with him.”
    I downshifted and passed a grandmother who was going fifty in a sixty-mile-an-hour zone. When the roar of the Rabbit’s little diesel engine relieved enough of my ire, I shifted back up a gear, and said, “Point to you. You are right. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”
    “Ah,” said Stefan, looking down at his hands. “You would have come if I had called.”
    “If you had been in any shape to call for help,” I told him, “you probably wouldn’t have needed it.”
    “So,” he said, changing the subject. “What are we watching tonight?”
    “I don’t know. It’s Warren’s turn to pick, and he can be kind of unpredictable. We watched the 1922 version of Nosferatu the last time he chose, and before that it was Lost in Space .”
    “I liked Lost in Space ,” Stefan said.
    “The movie or the TV series?”
    “The movie? Right. I had forgotten about the movie,” he said soberly. “It was better that way.”
    “Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.”
    He looked at me, then frowned. “Orange juice will help with the headache.”
    So I was waiting in the line at a drive-thru, having ordered two orange juices and a burger at Stefan’s insistence, when my phone rang again. I assumed it was Darryl fussing again, so I answered it without looking at the display. Someday I’m going to quit doing that.
    “Mercy,” said my mother, “I’m so glad I got in touch with you. You’ve been hard to reach lately. I needed to tell you that I’ve been having trouble with the doves. I can find people who have pigeons, but the man who had the doves just disappeared. I found out today that he apparently also had fighting dogs and is doing a few years behind bars.”
    My headache got abruptly worse. “Pigeons?” I’d told her no doves. Doves and werewolves are just a ... Anyway, I’d told her no doves.
    “For your wedding,” said my mother impatiently. “You know, the one you are having this August? That’s only six weeks away. I thought I had the doves under control”—I was sure I had told her no doves—“but then, well, I wouldn’t want to give money to someone involved in dogfights anyway. Though maybe it wouldn’t bother Adam?”
    “It would bother Adam,” I said. “It bothers me. No doves. No pigeons, Mother. No fighting dogs.”
    “Oh good,” she said brightly. “I thought you’d agree. It comes from an Indian legend, after all.”
    “What does?” I asked warily.
    “Butterflies,” she said airily. “It will be beautiful. Think of it. We could release helium balloons, too. Maybe a couple of hundred would do. Butterflies and gold balloons released into the sky to celebrate your new life together. Well,” she said, her voice brisk and determined, “I’d better get on it.”
    She hung up, and I stared at my phone. Stefan was convulsed in the passenger seat.
    “Butterflies,” he managed through bouts of helpless laughter. “I wonder where she found butterflies.”
    “Go ahead and laugh,” I told him. “It’s not you who is going to have to explain to a pack of werewolves why my mother is going to set loose butterflies—” I set him off in whoops again. It was too much to hope that it was one or two. No, my mother never did anything by halves. I pictured a thousand butterflies and, dear Lord help me, two hundred gold helium balloons.
    I leaned forward and banged my head on the steering wheel. “I’m eloping. I told Adam we should, but he didn’t want to hurt my mother’s feelings. Doves, pigeons, butterflies—we are going to end up with a plane with a banner and fireworks ...”
    “A marching band,” said Stefan. “And bagpipes with handsome Scottish pipers wearing nothing but their kilts. Belly dancers—there are a number of local belly-dancing troupes. Tattooed bikers. I bet I could help her find a