“And just then Damon stepped out of the coat closet, and at the same time Aunt Maggie tripped him neatly and said, “Bathroom door beside you,” and picked up a vase and hit the rising Damon over the head with it. Hard.”

“Still, there was no point in hurting Damon. She loved Damon, too. “I’ll try,” she promised.“We’ll take you home,” he said.“But not yet,” she told him gently. “Let’s wait just a little while.”Something happened in the fathomless black eyes, and the burning spark went out. Then she saw that Damon knew, too.“I’m not afraid,” she said. “Well—only a little.”

“I agree, and when the time is right, we'll be delighted to meet with him," Damon said.”

“Damon Scares me,' Maggie said. 'Maybe you should do what he wants.''Can't.''Why not?''Because he killed me. That kind of pisses me off”

“OK, that is better. I want to talk seriously,” he said anxiously.“I…you see…well….it’s just…”“Wow, Damon, slow down. I didn’t prepare myself for suchan intellectual conversation,” I interrupted, still looking at the gymguy. I smiled to him and he smiled back. Out of the corner of myeye, I noticed Damon didn’t like that at all.”

“So,” she giggled. “When will Damon’s wingscome in?”Damon fl ushed and sat beside her, completely embarrassed.Dean cracked an amused smile and glanced at his son.“Damon’s a bit of a late bloomer,” he explained. “His wings’llbe coming in any time now.”“Father…” Damon whined.”