The next afternoon, work could not have gone by any slower. It was as if Father Time knew that I was excited to do something in God knows how long, and decided to put his foot on the clock. To make it worse, it was a slow afternoon. I was standing behind the bar, fidgeting, when Sam came up behind me.
"Sookie, how you doing today?" I about jumped out of my skin, and let out a little scream. I had been so preoccupied about leaving and heading out to Amelia's, and formulating a plan for when I returned, that I didn't hear him come up behind me.
"Sam! Oh my goodness, you scared me." I said, gave him a playful nudge with me shoulder. He nudged me back, and shot me that killer smile of his. "I'm fine actually.", I finally said.
"Yeah? I'm glad to hear that Sook. I don't think I could have taken you working through your shift today like a zombie again."
"Oh I haven't been that bad! You have definitely seen me worse."
"I don't know, there was something different about this time. You've been quite a mess Sook. And I know what is going on with you and Eric is none of my business…"
I stopped him right there, "You're right, it's none of your business."
He decided not to keep this going, and changed the subject. "You have any plans for your days off this week?"
"Actually, I do. I'm headed down to New Orleans to see Amelia."
"Well that sounds just fine." he said, and shot me that killer smile again. Sam seemed to be pleased that I was getting out of the house, and getting out of my downer of a mood. Did I mention that I had been a wreck to work with? I knew it, and I tried not to be, but each day that passed soured my mood a little more, because it meant that another night of not speaking with or seeing Eric had passed. That was another thing. I wasn't quite sure how much of this missing him was actually me, or what was left of the blood bond pulling at me to be near him.
We chatted a little more about local happenings, and about my trip, minus the blood bond breaking details. My shift ended, and I headed home as quickly as I could. The sooner I got to Amelia's, the sooner we could get started, and the sooner I could get rid of this blood bond. This was the happiest I had been this entire week, until I got to my front door.
There was a letter sticking out of the screen door. It was plain white, and was sealed with one of those fancy wax stamps. The front of the envelope simply read "Sookie", and I could tell the handwriting was Pams.
I was scared to open it. I was worried about what it said, and I decided that I didn't want to know until I had gotten to Amelia's, just in case it was bad news. I tossed the letter down on the counter in my kitchen, and proceeded into my bedroom to grab the bag I had packed for myself this morning before work. I called Amelia to let her know I was leaving, and should be at her place shortly after midnight based on the directions I got from mapquest. I took one last round of the house, and just as I was about to walk out the front door, I realized that I had forgotten the letter and I ran back into the kitchen to grab it.