from the novel 'Shiver'
"I was a peculiar child," Sam said. He gestured to my bowl. "You don't have to eat it if don't like it. When you're done, we'll go."
"Go where?"
"Surprise."
That was all I needed to hear. That oatmeal was gone instantly and I had my hat, coat, and backpack in hand.
For the first timethat morning, Sam laughed, and I was ridiculously glad to hear it. "You look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk."
"Woof."
Sam patted my head on the way out and together we ventured into the cold pastel morning. Once were in the Bronco and on the road, I pressed again, "So you won't tell me where we're going?"
"Nope. The only thing I'll tell you is to pretend that this is what I did with you the first day I met you, instead of being shot."
"I don't have that much imagination."
"I do. I'll imagine it for you, so stronglythat you'll have to believe it." He smiled to demonstrate his imagining, a smile so sad that my breath caught in my throat. "I'll court you properly and then it won't mak my obsession with you so creepy."
"Seems to me that mine's the creepy one." I looked out the window as we pulled out of the driveway. The sky was reliquishing one slow snowflake after another. "I have that, you kno, what's it called? That syndrome where you identify with the people who save you?"
Sam shook his head and turned the opposite way from school. "You're thinking of that Munchausen syndrome, where the person odentifies with their kidnpper."
I shook my head. "That 's not the same. Isn't Munchausen when you invent sickness to get attention?"
"Is it? I just like saying 'Munchausen.' I feel like I can actually speak German when Isay it."
I laughed.
"Ulrik was born in Germany," Sam said. "He has all kinds of interesting chidren's stories about werewolves." He turned onto the main road through downtown and started looking for a parking space. "He said people would get bitten willingly, back in the old days."
I looked out the window at Mercy Falls. The shoop, all shades of brown and gray, seemed even more brown and gray under the leaden sky, and for October, it felt omniously close to winter. There were no green leaves left on the trees that grew by the side of the street, and some were missing their leave entirely, adding to the black appearance of the town. It was concrete as far as the eye could see. "Why would they want to do that?"
"In the folktales, they'd turn into wolves and steal sheep and other animals when food was scarce. And some of them changed just for the fun of it."
I studied his face, trying to hide his voice. "Is there fun in it?"
He looked away- ashamed of his answer, I thought, until I realized he was just looking over his shoulder to parallel park in front of a row of shops. "Some of us seem to like it, maybe better than being human. Shelby loves it- but like I said, I think her human life was pretty awful. I don't know. The wolf half of my life is such a part of me now, it's hard to imagine living without it."
"In a good way or a bad way?"
Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time."
I dropped my eyes to my hands. "Not now you don't."
to be continued in next post.......
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