Even Vampires Have to Be Invited Across the Threshold

A few nights ago I was surprised to have a dream about the White Whale. They are very rare now; it's been more than a year since the last one, I'm sure, and almost a year since the last time I so much as exchanged an email with her.

But, wouldn't you know it, last night I checked an old email account and there she was, right on time, with a new message asking about me.

She is and always has been spooky that way. Call it radar love; I call it an abject curse. Yes, I may be a slow learner, but by now even I know when it's time for a new chapter.

Hello, and thank you for your concern. I'm fine, but there's no reason for you to know... or for me to tell you that. Or anything else.