Lestat watched the jet disappear into the black western sky, arms across his chest, a finger absently stroking his jaw. He turned when Armand laid a hand on his shoulder. Tanned fingers briefly touched tanned fingers.
“I give them two months,” Lestat said, unfurling a finger after the jet and grinning at Armand. “They won’t be able to stay away the entire season.”
Armand’s lips parted in shock. “And why wouldn’t they stay? After being locked up with you for two years, they must be ecstatic to finally get free.”
Daniel hung his arm over Armand’s shoulder, shaking his head sadly. “Five weeks. Max.” He laughed.
Lestat stuck out his hand. “You’re on!”
Daniel firmly clasped the proffered hand.
“I cannot believe you two!” Armand grumbled. “Have you no faith?”
Lestat felt it coming, a real laughing fit. It swelled, overtaking him, and he could not stop himself.
Armand glowered sternly. “No, don’t Lestat! Put me down!”
Lestat turned him several times before setting his feet back upon the tarmac. “Oh, Armand! You always make me laugh!”
Louis de Pointe du Lac
San José, California
October 1997
“Armand, I hope, will always be around.”
Louis (TotBT, p4, pb)
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