I waited for David, as I usually do regarding his paranormal advice column and I received nothing by email from him. I went out kickboxing and when I came home I found him typing on my computer in my downstairs office.
“Hi. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
“I hope you don’t mind. I was just writing you a note. I had no idea how long it takes for you to kickbox.”
I must have made a face. I think David was inferring that I was uncommonly slow in my martial arts. I’ve noticed that regardless of longevity, vampires don’t tend to have a lot of patience.
“I need you to be in New York tomorrow.”
“I’m going to Fiction Fest at the Holiday Inn Conference Center in North Haven, Connecticut. I’m going to enjoy the day and from 4:30-6 pm, I’m part of the public booksigning.”
“Will you come after that?”
“What’s so important?”
“We need you as Ambassador Lily Snow. The vampires of London have sent a delegation, and they will await your arrival to make your presentation.”
“Okay, wait for me here. We’ll leave as soon as I get back.” I sat down in the other chair facing David. “Are there any royals among them?”
David laughed. “I’m not telling. You’ll just have to come to find out.”
Then he left without another word and without leaving a column. What’s going on in Manhattan? I’ll let you know when I do.
–Lily A Snow, Ambassador and Historian of the Arnhem Society
Susan Hanniford Crowley