Page 31 of Vampire so Virtuous
“Some copies ofThe Beltane Papersfrom that era?”
“Sure. I’m never going to do anything with this stuff.”
Cally pushed herself up, collecting her coffee on the way. “I could spend ages here, but I think I’ve found all I’m going to find.”Not much. Next to nothing, really. Just more guilt.
“Come back anytime you like. Want my help tidying up?”
“No, it’s good. I can do it.”
“All right. Staying for dinner?”
“Sure, Dad. Sounds great.”
“Wonderful.” The earlier shadow in his eyes had faded.
Cally watched him take the steps down, wondering, as she often did, why he’d never remarried. She could only imagine how lonely he must have been.
“Sorry, Dad,” she said to herself. “Once a month, minimum, from now on. And that’s a promise.”
*
“You’ve not eaten much. Was it terrible?”
“It was good, Dad. Really. I’m just not hungry.”
“I’m out of practice cooking vegetarian food.”
Cally rose from her chair, collecting the dishes.
“Leave it,” he said lazily. “I’ll do it later.”
“Easier with two.”
It didn’t take long to clear the table, and he loaded the dishwasher while she cleaned up the kitchen.
“Glass of wine?” he offered.
“I better not. Driving back.”
“Oh? You finally bought a car?”
“Zipcar, Dad.”
“Ah.” He said. “You could stay over if you want. Your room’s always ready.”
“Thanks, Dad.” Another pang tore through her. Of course he kept her room ready; he had no one else.
“What is it, sweetheart?” He frowned with concern.
She blinked back the tears that had formed. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”
His frown deepened. “What for?”
“For Mom.” He’d tensed again, but she plowed on, tears threatening to overspill. “I never said sorry. I took her from you, and ever since, you’ve been—”
“Stop right there, Cally,” he said firmly. “Where has this come from?”
“I know the truth. I’ve known for a few years.”
