Tuesday, April 2nd
The next night Patrick and Michael scrubbed a gory mess from the ballroom walls. As Patrick swished away the blood, he imagined he was wiping away all the roadblocks in his life; the vampires, his dependency on booze and pills, his hatred of Anthony. Everything was washed away until he was left with a sparkling clean life, the kind he could finally let Katelina in to.
"Where's the hickey from?" Michael asked sourly.
Without thinking, Patrick answered, "Katelina. We ran into her last night. I think I'm falling in love."
The words were barely out when Patrick realized who he was talking to. f**k! "I mean"
Michael lowered the soapy rag. Patrick could see his brother's petulant reflection in the mirror; watch his mouth twist out the words, "Must be nice. I don't suppos
