"Once a day," I said, shrugging. "I get hungry like you. My stomach growls and I get light headed. Typical hunger symptoms."
"But you can only drink blood."
"You mind saying that a little louder?" I said. "I don't think the guy in the booth behind us quite heard."
"Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"We're supposed to keep this quiet, remember?"
"I know."
"You haven't told anyone?" I asked her again.
"No. I swear. You know I won't tell."
"I know."
The bartender came by and looked at my nearly finished glass of wine. I nodded, shrugging. What the hell, might as well spend my well-earned money on something useless, like wine.
"Have you tried eating other food?" asked Mary Lou.
"Yes."
"What happens?" she asked.
"Stomach cramps. Extreme symptoms of food poisoning. I throw it back up within minutes. Not a pretty picture."
"But you can drink wine," she said.