Blackwood Farm - Anne Rice [162]
“ ‘Oh, he was there,’ Mona said as she pushed the car past eighty-five miles an hour. ‘I could feel him.’ ”
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“AUNT QUEEN AND JASMINE DIDN’T LET me down. What-ever Aunt Queen’s misgivings about Mona, she would not hurt Mona’s feelings. When we arrived, Aunt Queen, with open arms, welcomed Mona to the house, and when I announced that this was my future bride Aunt Queen received this information with sublime equanimity.
“Jasmine showed Mona up to Pops’ room, where all her new clothes were waiting for her, and then we went off to my room, where we would really be during this visit, and we had a scrumptious meal at this very table where you and I are sitting.
“I don’t remember what we actually ate. What I remember is that watching Mona eat was a trip, because I was so infatuated with her, and seeing her handle her knife and fork with such quick gestures and talk in an animated way the whole time made me more truly abandoned to her.
“I know what I am saying is crazy. But I was so in love with her. I had never known such feelings before, and for the time being they utterly erased the habitual panic I suffered, and they even took away my reasonable fear of the mysterious stranger, though I should add here that there were still plenty of armed security men around our house, even inside of it, and this did also give me some feeling of safety.
“Of course Aunt Queen wanted to see me alone, but I graciously declined. And when the lunch things were cleared away and Jasmine had polished up the table (and by the way, Jasmine was a stunner in a light navy blue suit and crisp white blouse), I was ready to lock the whole world outside if I could do it.
“ ‘Now you understand,’ Mona explained. ‘This cousin Pierce whom I’m probably going to marry is utterly boring, I mean this cousin is like a loaf of white bread, he has no paranormal powers whatsoever and he is a lawyer already in the firm of Mayfair and Mayfair, where his father, Ryan, is a partner, and Ryan, my beloved Ryan, he’s a loaf of white bread too, and their life is just a direct line to conformity and security.’
“ ‘Then why the hell do you keep saying you’re going to marry him?’ I asked.
“ ‘Because I love him,’ she said. ‘I’m not in love, no, I could never feel that way with him, but I know him and he’s beautiful to me—oh, not beautiful like you, not even tall like you, but beautiful in a calm kind of way, and with Pierce, I hate to say it, but with Pierce I’ll probably be able to do what I want to do. I mean Pierce himself is not intense, and I have enough intensity for three people.’
“ ‘Exactly,’ I said. ‘So this is a safe marriage.’
“ ‘It’s a Mayfair marriage,’ she returned. ‘And Mayfairs like me always marry other Mayfairs. Now it’s a cinch that with his background and my background some of our children will be witches—.’
“ ‘There you go with that word again, Mona, what do you mean, “witches”? Does the whole family use that word? Does Fr. Kev use it?’
“She laughed the sweetest laugh. ‘Yeah, the whole family does use it but that’s probably on account of the Talamasca, and Aaron Lightner, a member of the Talamasca whom we all loved. We lost him. He died in a terrible accident. But Stirling is our friend now, and Stirling uses the word. You see, the Talamasca is this organization that for centuries watched our family without us ever knowing it. Well, no, that’s not entirely true. Sometimes our ancestors knew it. But anyway, the Talamasca made what they call the File on the Mayfair Witches, and after we all read that material we had a better understanding of our history, and yeah, we do refer to some of us as witches.’
“I was too intrigued to put another question. She took a big gulp of her café au lait and went on talking.
“(Jasmine had left us a pot of coffee on a small candle warmer and the warm milk in a pitcher and plenty of sugar, and that was a good thing because we kept drinking it and the littleness of the china cups was annoying.)
“ ‘A witch to us is what a witch is to the Talamasca,’ said Mona. ‘It’s