Chapter Fifty
Beth was cooking in the kitchen and swaying to Dave Brubeck's "Take Five". She loved this music and had forgotten about it until recently when she went on a cleaning jag. Mick's priceless collection of vinyl was in pristine condition and the stereo sound was crystal clear. No more digital for her.
Mick's arms came up behind and he started swaying with her. "How very 60's of you, Mrs. St. John, with your frilly little housewife apron on and spoon in hand." He nuzzled her neck. "You know I met Brubeck back in 1966 when this record first came out?"
"Hmm, you did? Were you frequenting jazz clubs back then?"
"Josef and I have been known to stay all night, listening to jazz, puffing on a good cigar and drinking a fresh-from-the-vein pitcher of Sangria."
"Sounds yummy. There must have been vamp friendly bars back then ... with plenty of freshies offering up their wrists?" Her voice got that jealous tone and Mick didn't wait around for THE question to be asked but went on the offensive. His mouth got closer and closer to hers and she seemed to forget what she was about to ask. Yeah, worked every time.
"Mmm, Mick stop that or I'll burn the cookies."
"Company? Let me guess. Now who would appreciate oatmeal raisin cookies and what ... is that lasagna? Must be for a growing teenager."
"Mick, Jacob's voracious! I keep feeding him but he has a hollow leg."
"All boys do at this age, Beth. I know I did. They pretty much just eat, sleep and ..." Mick's voice got low ... oh, she got shivers when he did that ... think about sex, any kind of sex, anywhere and everywhere ... all the time ... sex."
A voice came from the living room. "Order up. Me, too, please! I'll have what he's having."
"Josef." Mick glared at his friend, as Beth wiggled away from him to hide her embarrassment ... and to take the cookies out of the oven.
"Oh, blue plate special all gone? Darn, it sounded so good. Hi, Beth, cute apron."
"She's cooking dinner for Jacob and Robert. We're having family night tonight. You know, play games like monopoly?"
Jacob smirked. "I do that all day, my friend, but my, my, aren't you the family man now? Such a shame, I've lost my best friend to domesticity. Now who will I get to go clubbing?"
Beth chimed in, "How about Logan?"
Mick and Josef burst into laughter.
"What? He needs to get out of that basement more and socialize."
"Man, can you see Logan trying to smoke a Cuban?"
Josef rejoined, "Or trying to look cool in his Yoda T-shirt doing an air guitar riff?"
"Well, okay, maybe not clubs, but he does need to start meeting women. Alison thinks so, too. Aren't there any decent female vamps out there?"
Both said in unison, "No."
"Oh. Well, we'll just have to find him one."
Mick and Josef started singing, "Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match ..."
"Yeah, yeah, Barbra Streisands. Here are your drinks. I spiked them with tabasco sauce and celery to make them look like Bloody Marys."
"Thanks, Beth, how very modern of you. But we don't have to hide it from the kids, do we?"
"Jacob is young and impressionable. I don't want him getting any ideas that being a vampire is cool."
Josef looked hurt. "But, ... Mom, we are."
