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table, and lots of storage, it was certainly the nicest dungeon I’d ever seen…well, heard of anyway; I’d never actually seen one.
    “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, looking at my sister. “You still look pale.”
    Lying on her bed, Liz sighed and stretched. “I’m just trying out the new goth look. Let’s buy matching black clothes. Maybe even some black nail polish.”
    “Oh, yeah, that will look really good with our red hair. We’ll look like the undead.”
    “Which is very popular right now.” Liz smiled. “Don’t worry. I was just bitten by a vampire. My skin is cold, too.”
    I studied her. “But not sparkly.”
    “No, not sparkly. Half the people in Silver City have some sort of virus. I probably just caught a low-level strain of it.”
    “That’s true enough.”
    She sat up. “There could be some stress involved, too, but I’ll be fine as soon as the divorce is final. In fact, I’m going to throw a huge party to celebrate!”
    “Vicki!” Grandma called out from the other room in the basement, startling my heart right out of my chest. “Where are you?”
    “In here,” I replied, as Liz and I smiled.
    “What a sneaky grandmother we have.” Liz rolled her eyes and slipped her feet into her sneakers, tying them.
    “There you are. Hello, Elizabeth.” Grandma stuck her head in Liz’s bedroom door. “Victoria, did you know that nice, young David is in the kitchen?”
    “No, I didn’t.” Normally, that might have perked me up, but I was still emotionally drained from my visit to the cemetery, not to mention Grandma scaring the crap out of me a moment ago. “What’s up, Grandma?” I asked suspiciously.
    “Now why should anything be up? I’m going to fix some of my special tonic for you, Liz. You just lie back down now and let my tonic perk you right up.”
    Liz groaned. “Not your tonic, Grandma. I’ll be out for days.”
    “Oh, shush, child. You’re obviously not well. My tonic will fix you right up.”
    “Where do you plan to find enough alcohol to make your deadly, little medicinal concoction?” I asked.
    “Oh, I have my sources,” Grandma said.
    I snorted. “Probably from David.”
    “He’s awfully cute. If you’re not interested, maybe I’ll go after him.”
    “He’s more than half a century younger than you are, Grandma.”
    “I’m feeling really sick now.” Liz flopped back on the bed and groaned. “Act your age.”
    Grandma sat on the bed and caressed a lock of hair from Liz’s cheek. “I’m going to act Cher’s age instead. David would make a very cute boy toy.”
    “Oh, gross,” I said, though I agreed. He would. But not for my grandmother!
    Her grin told me she was teasing. Thank goodness for that! Otherwise, I might think she’d truly lost some of her mental faculties.
    Grandma motioned me toward the door. “He has a question for you.”
    “Zach?”
    “David. They’re both in the kitchen, cooking up a secret.”
    David was, indeed, in the kitchen. Since he was older than I, he couldn’t possibly be my boy toy, either. Lonny could. But, as I pointed out to my grandmother last month, Mormons didn’t have boy toys.
    David was strikingly handsome, and made even cuter by standing at the stove, wearing shorts and a pale blue polo shirt, partially covered by an apron with the words Kiss the Cook emblazoned across his manly chest. He was helping Zach stir something in a pot.
    Zach was standing on a chair they’d pulled over, and David’s hand protectively hovered in the air behind Zach, thereby endearing him to me even more.
    My son looked over at me and grinned. “Hey, Mom. Guess what we’re making?”
    I sniffed the air. “Wet noodles?”
    Zach exchanged a look with David. “I told you she’s not very good at cooking.”
    “Or smelling,” David said solemnly, but the crinkles around his eyes told me he was teasing.
    Taking a step, I tripped over something on the floor. I didn’t fall, just looked spastic for a moment.
    “Or