Oren watched Etsuko for a moment. The needle and thread slipped easily in and out of the cloth, leaving behind perfect, practiced stitches. Though he found her old fashioned behavior bizarre in many instances, he had to admit it was refreshing to see a woman who could still do needlework.
If only she preferred to make shirts instead.
Jesslynn had quit making his shirts long go, and he missed that. He'd mentioned it once or twice and she'd told him he could purchase them now. "They have mail order," she'd said and shoved a catalog at him.
But mail order wasn't the same.
Oren's attention drifted to the distant sea again. Even his vampire eyes could only see so far before the world faded into night. He knew his vision was better than a mortal's, though he didn't know how much better. He'
