“The mature North American nosferatu patrols the borders of his territory, ever wary of rivals.”
He paused beside his mailbox and looked up with a frown, and Kim ducked down out of fear that, somehow, he had heard her. Their hearing couldn't possibly be that sharp, could it? But he turned away and raised a hand in greeting to the very, very old woman across the street. Mrs. Meers, Kim thought. Or maybe Meyers. Anyway, the woman smiled right back and pushed her walker down the sidewalk to strike up a conversation. The vampire met her halfway so she wouldn’t have to negotiate the street and bent low to speak into her ear. Kim could see the exaggerated movement of his mouth as he over-enunciated to cut through senile deafness. Mrs. Meers dug through the basket on the front of her walker and
