The sound of the music from the jazz club, drifted across the street. Steopa stood facing Rebecka as Jimmy scared a feral cat. Steopa crossed his arms. “I do not think it would be a good idea.”
“Why not?” Rebecka asked. “Vincent won't mind.”
Steopa shook his head. “But we are asking him to accept Jimmy.” He glanced at Jimmy. Jimmy left the cat alone and stared at the street lights. The jazz club door opened, amplifying the alto sax solo.
“Come on, I know Vincent.”
Steopa shook his head. “Not tonight.”
Rebecka ran her finger down Steopa's lapel. “Are you sure?”
He raised his eyebrow.
She grinned. “Tell you what, why don't you take Jimmy out and show him the ropes. I'll go visit my brother and Vincent. I will see you at home later.”
“That is acceptable.”
Rebecka stood on her tip toes to kiss Steopa. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue along his fangs. She pulled away, then turned to Jimmy.
“Make sure you listen to him,” she said. “He taught me everything.”
“Where are you going?” Jimmy asked.
“Somewhere else, but I will see you later.”
Jimmy grinned. “See ya, Grandma.”
Rebecka stopped and her mouth dropped open. “Please don't call me that.”
Steopa hugged her with one arm. “Why not? In a way you are.”
Rebecka shook her head. “Let me get use to this, okay?”
Steopa kissed Rebecka's hand. “Until morning.”
“See you soon.”
Rebecka walked down the street until she came to an alley. Then she jumped up on to the roof of a store. She leaped over the street and disappeared over the roofs.
Jimmy chuckled. “Can I do that?”
“Yes.” Steopa turned. “You can do more. Follow me.”