“Maybe it's the
frozen vampire!” I giggled.
“Mary!” Edward
scowled, making that face he does when I do something he disapproves
of.
“The what?” Oak
demanded over the steady rumble.
“The frozen vampire,”
Edward told him. “Just ignore her.”
“No,” Oak replied,
“I think I should know everything about this 'frozen vampire'.”
“It was a thing with
the children,” I explained, “When he was little, James was
terrified of the cellar. Had proper tantrums about going down there.
Turned out his brother had told him it was a coffin with a vampire
in it. We told him if there was a vampire, he'd be frozen stiff. He
still wouldn't go anywhere near it, mind. I think it was me that
started it. If I wanted something from the freezer, I'd declare I
was going to ask the frozen vampire for it.”
Oak's
face darkened. “That is not good news,” he said.
