Clean Sweep

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"Not forever," he said. "I want to work off my debt to Wilmos. When someone mentions some planet or some gadget, I don't want to be the only one in the room who doesn't know what it is. I feel like I blundered through this thing with my eyes half shut. I want to open them and see."
Something inside me dropped. I hadn't realized how much I liked him and now he was leaving.
I could ask him to stay. He might even do it. He liked me. At least I thought he did. But he wouldn't be happy and it wouldn't last for long. The Great Beyond was calling. I knew how strong that pull was. I'd answered it and wandered around the cosmos for years before coming finally home. Time wasn't always the same there as it was here.
The words came out slowly. "The galaxy is very large. It lured away my brother. Klaus is still somewhere out there." I pointed up. "I haven't heard from him in forever. Don't be like my brother, Sean. Keep in touch."
"I'll try."
"Do you need me to open a door for you?"
Sean shook his head. "Wilmos gave me a gadget. One-way transportation to Baha-char."
"It's easy to get lost there. Be careful."
"I will," he said.
Arland descended the stairs. He was freshly showered. "I thought to stay longer, but it seems the House won't let me. I have settled my account, Lady Dina. My uncle and I were most pleased with our stay and your discretion."
Everybody was leaving. That was a fact of the innkeeper's life: guests left. New guests would arrive. I had just made a mistake of being too involved with one of them. I wouldn't repeat it next time. "Thank you."
Arland knelt by me. "I have to go, but I will return. And when I do, I hope you will grant me the privilege of staying at your inn."
"You're welcome any time, Lord Arland."
He hesitated. "I don't suppose you would join me..."
"I wouldn't. Not at this time. I belong at the inn."
He nodded. "I reserve the right to try to change your mind."
I forced a smile.
Arland walked out the door.
Sean halted. "Do I get a good-bye kiss?"
"It will just make things harder, Sean. You chose your road. You should follow it and not look back."
He opened his mouth as if to say something, turned, and walked out. I flicked my fingers. "Terminal, please." A flat screen formed on the wall and I watched them head to the orchard. The sun was rising. They had to hurry.
The inn was safe. I had done my job. All was well.
All was well.
"What are you intentions toward Dina?" Arland asked on the screen.
"My intentions are my business," Sean said.
"Mhm," Arland said. "I have spent my spare time studying literature popular with young women of this planet. One should always study the battlefield."
Sean glanced at him. "And?"
"I suggest you give up now. According to my research, in a vampire-werewolf love triangle, the vampire always gets the girl."
"Is that so?" Sean asked.
"It is."
"In that case, may the best man win."
Arland considered it and grinned. "I can live with that."
The red glow claimed him and he vanished, sucked upward.
Sean stopped. The orchard stretched in front of him. He took something out of his pocket. Reality tore in front of him like a plastic bag pulled apart. A narrow gap formed between the trees and through it I saw the familiar busy street. Wilmos' shop shimmered in the distance.
Sean took a deep breath and stepped into the gap.
Epilogue
The phone rang. I looked up from my novel. Beast raised her head from her spot on the rug by my legs. Gertrude Hunt wasn't listed in any of the normal hotel directories. We had no website and no listed number in the yellow pages. Normally a ringing phone would be unusual, except somehow my number had gotten on to a political polls company's hit list and no amount of telling them that I was on a Do Not Call list could convince them to stop.
Another ring. I'd spent most of the day reading and drinking tea, trying to recuperate with mixed results and I didn't feel like getting up.
Another ring. Fine.
I crawled out of my chair and walked to the phone. If they asked me one more time if I approved of my congressman, I would use my powers for evil.
"Gertrude Hunt," I said into the phone.
"Dina," Mr. Rodriguez said. "How are you?"
"I'm well, thank you."
"Congratulations on taking care of your problem."
"How did you know?"
Mr. Rodriguez chuckled. "Check your mailbox."
I listened to the disconnect signal. Hmm.
I glanced at Beast. "Should we?"
She jumped up and made a circle around my feet.
I walked outside, through the heat of the afternoon, and opened my mailbox. Junk mail, pizza flyer... and a small padded envelope from Mr. Rodriguez. I pried it open and slid out a small brochure. The cover, printed in black on plain white paper said "Directory."
I knew exactly what it was. It was the listing of all of the inns issued by the Innkeeper Assembly. I opened the front page and turned to News and Changes. A single item was circled in ballpoint pen.
House Krahr of Holy Cosmic Anocracy has made it known that all inquiries regarding its members in North America are to be addressed to Gertrude Hunt Inn. This announcement comes on the heels of Wilmos Gerwar of Baha-char's endorsement of the same inn.
The words Gertrude Hunt had two and a half stars next to them.
I leaned against the oak. I had earned a half star. I could barely believe it.
In the margin of the page Mr. Rodriguez had written, "Your parents would be so proud."
I looked at the sky. They were out there somewhere.
"I'm on my way," I whispered. "Wait for me. I will find you, I promise."
The End