The Crash house had three bedrooms with twin beds, a living room and a dining room that could each hold 3 army cots.The gears in my head were spinning...and my pencil making notes."OK, here is the reality of the situation. The storm is not going to clear out for another 24 hours at the earliest. Then it will be another day before the major airports are even marginally operational," I said."We have army cots coming, plenty of dry beans and potatoes, cabbage and corn beef on the way so you should. I was sure that some of the older and wiser elders were not drinking any more than I was, but we all put up a good front. We parted late that afternoon with some semblance of friendship, but I was not sure just how far we could yet trust our new "friends." I was also sure that they felt pretty much the same way.The nomads now had a big problem. They had lost so many men that the number of widows in the camp was nearly equal to the number of married women. We latched onto that as an opportunity. " Then you don't kill... ?" By biting you? No. The amount of blood I need for sustenance is quite small, a cupful, no more. And I need to take blood only about twice a month. Actually, to dispel a myth about vampires, I eat food the same as you. The blood is only to supplement my diet. Vampires are born with a metabolic defect. We cannot absorb iron from any other aspect of our diet except human blood. If we do not periodically supplement our diet with blood we become severely anemic and will. The bus only had a couple of passengers at that hour and he had already collected my fare. As I went down the steps, he waved and said, ‘Adios.’ I was thoroughly soaked when I reached Yolanda’s car. Tapping her on the shoulder, I asked, ‘Need a hand?’ Startled by my sudden appearance, Yolanda came up swinging the tire iron. I threw up arm to protect my face and took the blow on my forearm. I grabbed her arm as she drew back to swing again and hollered, ‘Are you crazy?’ ‘Oh, J.D. I’m sorry,’.