In the morning, there was a knock on the door, and Jan said, "I'm not here." She pulled a pillow over her head.
I went to the door and asked who it was. "Robin Hood and her merry men," Doc said. "Sorry to come so early," she continued as I opened the door, "but we wanted to be sure to catch you before you ran out to hunt more vampires."
They were in the room by then, but Jan still had the pillow over her head. "Who is it?" she asked in muffled voice.
Vicki hopped up on the bed and picked up the pillow.
"Hi," she said, waving. "It's us."
Jan squinted. "I can't tell who you are. You're all blurry."
"Here," I said, sighing, "put on your glasses."
She took them, then she groaned and hauled herself up into a sitting position. I handed her a cigarette and lit it for her.
"This is about reporters, isn't it?" she asked dolefully.
"Yup. They're downstairs, and they want some answers," Vicki said.
"About vampires," Ray added, lighting his own cigarette.
Jan groaned again.
I knew what was really bothering her, apart from her usual reluctance to get up in the morning. Dealing with the U-town press always rankled because, in her opinion (and mine, too, I admit) she was a better reporter than anybody on the U-town newspaper. But of course, you can't be part of a government and also report on that government in the press at the same time, no matter what your qualifications are (and no matter how much you want to).
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