Well, I’ve used up both my days off for this week. Not that I really had any to spare. If I was going to finish A Difficult Dinner by the end of the month I really needed to do 2,000 words a day. Which I have not. Anyway, I wrote some words yesterday, 1,362 of them to be exact. Thane and Demarco are in the car headed back to Detroit. Lucien and Cornell are dead. It’s time for a heart to heart between the boys and somewhere along the ride home we’re going to have a little intervention from the colonial vampires, that’d be Cole and his folks. Things are winding up to the big finish.