Dead Until Dark

pointing to the fourth coffin. “I won’t know till dark.” My hand rose of its own volition and covered my mouth.
    Just then one of the firemen started to laugh, and his companion, too. “Southern fried vampires!” the shorter one hooted to the man who was questioning me. “We got us some Southern fried vampires here!”
    He didn’t think it was so damn funny when I kicked him. Sam pulled me off and the man who’d been questioning me grabbed the fireman I’d attacked. I was screaming like a banshee and would have gone for him again if Sam had let go.
    But he didn’t. He dragged me toward my car, his hands just as strong as bands of iron. I had a sudden vision of how ashamed my grandmother would have been to see me screaming at a public servant, to see me physically attack someone. The idea pricked my crazy hostility like a needle puncturing a balloon. I let Sam shove me into the passenger’s seat, and when he started the car and began backing away, I let him drive me home while I sat in utter silence.
    We got to my house all too soon. It was only ten o’clock in the morning. Since it was daylight savings time I had at least ten plus hours to wait.
    Sam made some phone calls while I sat on the couch staring ahead of me. Five minutes had passed when he came back into the living room.
    “Come on, Sookie,” he said briskly. “These blinds are filthy.”
    “What?”
    “The blinds. How could you have let them go like this?”
    “What?”
    “We’re going to clean. Get a bucket and some ammonia and some rags. Make some coffee.”
    Moving slowly and cautiously, afraid I might dry up and blow away like the bodies in the coffins, I did as he bid me.
    Sam had the curtains down on the living-room windows by the time I got back with the bucket and rags.
    “Where’s the washing machine?”
    “Back there, off the kitchen,” I said, pointing.
    Sam went back to the washroom with an armful of curtains. Gran had washed those not a month ago, for Bill’s visit. I didn’t say a word.
    I lowered one of the blinds, closed it, and began washing. When the blinds were clean, we polished the windows themselves. It began raining about the middle of the morning. We couldn’t get the outside. Sam got the long-handled dust mop and got the spiderwebs out of the corners of the high ceiling, and I wiped down the baseboards. He took down the mirror over the mantel, dusted the parts that we couldn’t normally reach, and then we cleaned the mirror and rehung it. I cleaned the old marble fireplace till there wasn’t a trace of winter’s fire left. I got a pretty screen and put it over the fireplace, one painted with magnolia blossoms. I cleaned the television screen and had Sam lift it so I could dust underneath. I put all the movies back in their own boxes and labeled what I’d taped. I took all the cushions off the couch and vacuumed up the debris that had collected beneath them, finding a dollar and five cents in change. I vacuumed the carpet and used the dust mop on the wood floors.
    We moved into the dining room and polished everything that could be polished. When the wood of the table and chairs was gleaming, Sam asked me how long it’d been since I’d done Gran’s silver.
    I hadn’t ever polished Gran’s silver. We opened the buffet to find that, yes, it certainly needed it. So into the kitchen we carried it, and we found the silver polish, and we polished away. The radio was on, but I gradually realized that Sam was turning it off every time the news began.
    We cleaned all day. It rained all day. Sam only spoke to me to direct me to the next task.
    I worked very hard. So did he.
    By the time the light was growing dim, I had the cleanest house in Renard Parish.
    Sam said, “I’m going now, Sookie. I think you want to be alone.”
    “Yes,” I said. “I want to thank you some time, but I can’t thank you now. You saved me today.”
    I felt his lips on my forehead and then a minute later I heard the door slam. I sat at the table while the darkness began to fill the kitchen. When I almost could not see, I went outside. I took my big flashlight.
    It didn’t matter that it was still raining. I had on a sleeveless denim dress and a pair of sandals, what I’d pulled on that morning after Jason had called me.
    I stood in the pouring warm rain, my hair plastered to my skull and my dress clinging wetly to my skin. I turned left to the woods and began to make my way through them, slowly and carefully at first. As