I suppose you could say at this time the pub returned to ‘normal’. I mean the Silver Shields were still active looking for threats. We still hadn’t solved the mystery of who activated all the zombies and I felt some of Mr. Lies lieutenants were still around but for the most part the ‘high alert’ status was dropped to general vigilance. I began to reflect on this one day as I was washing glasses. The pub was unusually empty, probably because this year the NaNoWriMo folks had gone elsewhere. I was washing glasses looking around.
Pint was asleep. His little curled up miniature beagle form was rising and falling with is breath but he was sleeping off his morning beer. Miss Wine was back to herself that is she was back to her nudist self wearing only her red high heals and a smile. All three barmaids, including my lovely wife Tequila were just being waitresses. Colonel Gin and Scotch were engaged in a game of Chess while Professor Bourbon, Brandy and even the two Pirate Captains – Rum and Baba who were home for the winter – looked on. I had checked on Vodka and Sherry and they were doing well and now were spending time with little Harmonia who had just turned one.
I knew that outside Hilda was putting the final touches on the courtyard trying to make it beautiful with Fall stuff and it was working brilliantly. Naphtha was being her naked dryad self although she was getting more sleepy and ready for her winter long nap. Avion had returned to the stars and for the most part the courtyard was now a great place to read and relax with a pint of theology. Back inside, Naphtha’s magic had the place in Thanksgiving day glory. The three pixies were actually taking a nap somewhere and that was good. There were a few patrons and for the most part everyone was once again having that look of peace.
My wife Connie was still in her cell although I had made arrangements for her to get some better clothes and have a more comfortable bed and chair with her favorite books brought in. I would go down from time to time and we would sit on the bench and hold hands and get reacquainted. Tequila would sometimes come down and hold my other hand and the three of us would talk. The Silver Shields wanted to make sure she was alright so they did a lot of interviews with her to make sure her days of even thinking like a vampire were gone.
The most surreal thing left was when someone would ask about my wife and I would have to say in a matter of fact manner – ‘which one?’ I guess the main thing of acceptance was still going on for all three of us but the real challenges, those that would come when Connie was allowed to come home with Tequila and I, were still ahead. I had caught the two talking several times and they looked as if were coming to peace with the idea of being wives to the same man. I wasn’t sure how I was going to take this but I knew if either of them left me, I would never be the same and not in a good way. I guess perhaps it was my selfishness that led to this in a way, but that is how it is.
Blood Moon Wine was now pouring out of my cellar and so I knew that somewhere agents of the Silver Shields were doing good with it. The secret was safe with me and Campeche, but I had to wonder about a lot of things. First was the fact that after the assault on Mr. Lies Manor, Shrike just disappeared. I wanted to thank her but she was gone before I could do so. Colonel Gin said she was still under cover. I also had not solved the problem of the double agent in our midst. I had not discovered their identity but I was certain that they were still here.
I sighed deeply. Well at least things were fairly normal. As normal as they get around here anyway.
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