Someone was tugging at his arm. They were trying to save him from the vampire.
‘But I want her to bite me!’ Reuben protested. ‘I want to be a vampire too, so we can live happily ever after!’
‘Rubie, wake up!’
He opened his eyes. Carlene’s face swam into focus. She was leaning over him.
‘You’re drooling.’
Reuben sat up and wiped his mouth. ‘Must have been dreaming about you, baby.’
‘You’re a smooth-talker, Reuben Littlejohn.’
She got up, went into the kitchen and turned on the kettle. She was still in her work clothes. It was five-thirty. He’d slept for over three hours.
‘That seems to be your default position lately,’ Carlene said.
‘I’ve only fallen asleep on the couch twice, I’d hardly call that default. And anyway I’ve been busy preparing myself for stardom.’
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