Maureen spoke, too. I couldn't believe that for someone who was just shy of thirteen, she could be so wise. And I could see so much of her mother in h...r. I was so proud of my little girl. She was so strong, so eloquent. I knew that even though McKayla was gone, her spirit lived on in our daughter, whom she had raised to be her own.Ander and Brin stayed for a couple of days.Don and Suzie for a bit longer. The three of us sat at the kitchen table. Maureen had just left for school.The worst part. It was a nice peaceful ride.I found the women waiting for us when Shell and I reached the bottom of the lake. Vicky had pulled two of our humvee's down to the water covered shore and she was waiting for us. Once I confirmed that everything was packed and ready, I hopped into my vehicle and put it in gear. Today I was driving with Helena. Before pulling away I left instructions with Karen to contact the settlement and let them know that we were okay and to inform them of our plan for the day.. The walls hummed and the feeling of being in the gullet of a vampire went from a subtle background feeling that Tiff could ignore to an overpowering, crawling sense. She tried to ignore the knowledge that a ‘cloak’ was actually using vampire mojo by pumping blood into cloned vampire gray-matter, which was seeded throughout the walls. Because if she thought of that, she was pretty sure she was going to fucking wig the fuck out.“Uh, click and ticket, by the way,” Tiff whispered as the shuttle. "Nothing to see here." I live here," Annie remarked."You live here?" The officer took out a notebook. "What's your name?" Annie Sheffield. I'm one of Maude Butterfield's foster kids." You weren't here this afternoon?" No -- I was at my after-school job and dinner." With me," Hollis interjected."Who are you?" Hollis George. Annie works for me."The officer addressed Annie. "Do you know Richard Bettis and Donald Wyler?" Ricky and Don -- yes, they're my foster ... siblings." It appears Ricky and.