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coffee? I made plenty.”
    Long before he had reached his point, I had realized what it was; I found it difficult to speak, but managed to say that I was going up to bed and coffee would keep me awake.
    “You, Eira?”
    She shook her head. It was at that moment that I at last concluded that she was truly beautiful, not merely attractive in an unconventional way. “I’ve had all I want, really. You can have my toast for your ham.”
    I confess that I heaved a sigh of relief when the kitchen door swung shut behind us. As we mounted the steep, carpeted stair, the house seemed so silent that I supposed for a moment that the demon had dematerialized, or whatever it is they do. He began to whistle a hymn in the kitchen, and I looked around sharply.
    She said, “He scares you, doesn’t he? He scares me too. I don’t know why.”
    I did, or believed I did, though I forbore.
    “You probably thought I was going to switch – spend the night with him instead of you, but I’d rather sleep outside in your car.”
    I said, “Thank you,” or something of the kind, and Eira took my hand; it was the first physical intimacy of any sort between us.
    When we reached the top of the stair, she said, “Maybe you’d like it if I waited out here in the hall till you get undressed? I won’t run away.”
    I shook my head. “I told you I take precautions. As long as you’re in my company, those precautions protect you as well to a considerable extent. Out here alone, you’d be completely vulnerable.”
    I unlocked the door of my room, opened it, and switched on the light. “Come in, please. There are things in here, enough protection to keep us both safe tonight, I believe. Just don’t touch them. Don’t touch anything you don’t understand.”
    “You’re keeping out demons?” She was no longer laughing, I noticed.
    “Unwanted guests of every sort.” I endeavored to sound confident, though I have had little proof of the effectiveness of those old spells. I shut and relocked the door behind us.
    “I’m going to have to go out to wash up. I’d like to take a bath.”
    “The Hopsacks have only two rooms with private baths, but this is one of them.” I pointed. “We’re old friends, you see; their son and I went to Dartmouth together, and I reserved this room in advance.”
    “There’s one other thing. Oh, God! I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a jerk.”
    “Your period has begun.”
    “I’m on the pill. It’s just that I’d like to rinse out my underwear and hang it up to dry overnight, and I don’t have a nightie. Would you turn off the lights in here when I’m ready to come out of the bathroom?”
    “Certainly.”
    “If you want to look you can, but I’d rather you didn’t. Maybe just that little lamp on the vanity?”
    “No lights at all,” I told her. “You divined very quickly that I am a man of no great courage. I wish that you exhibited equal penetration with respect to my probity. I lie only when forced to, and badly as a rule; and my word is as good as any man’s. I will keep any agreement we make, whether expressed or implied, as long as you do.”
    “You probably want to use the bathroom too.”
    I told her that I would wait, and that I would undress in the bedroom while she bathed, and take my own bath afterward.
    Of the many things, memories as well as speculations, that passed through my mind as I waited in our darkened bedroom for her to complete her ablutions, I shall say little here; perhaps I should say nothing. I shot the nightbolt, switched off the light and undressed. Reflecting that she might readily make away with my wallet and my watch while I bathed, I considered hiding them; but I felt certain that she would not, and to tell the truth my watch is of no great value and there was less than a hundred dollars in my wallet. Under these circumstances, it seemed wise to show I trusted her, and I resolved to do so.
    In the morning I would drive her to the town in which I