and Mrs. Bryce had gone away on vacation for a few days, and that Jim was with his girlfriend, Isobel.
"Okay, then, I guess I'll just have to help you get into some more decent clothes," Elena said. "First, I think you need a shower to get these Christmas doodads off - "
"Just try-hy-hy! Just try-hy-hy!" The answer was somewhere between the whinny of a horse and human speech. "I glued them on with PermaStick!" Tami added and then began giggling on a high and hysterical note.
"Oh, my God - Tamra, do you realize that if there isn't some solvent for this, you may need surgery?"
Tami's answer was foul. There was also a sudden foul smell. No, not a smell, Elena thought: a choking, gutcurdling stench.
"Oops!" Tami gave that high, glassy giggle again. "Pardonmoi . At least it'snatural gas."
Matt cleared his throat. "Elena - I don't think we should be here. With her folks gone and all..."
"They're afraid of me," Tamra giggled. "Aren'tyou ?" - very suddenly in a voice that had dropped several octaves.
Elena looked Tamra in the eye. "No, I'm not. I just feel sorry for a little girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But Matt's right, I guess. We have to go."
Tami's whole manner seemed to change. "I'm so sorry.... I didn't realize I had guests of that caliber. Don't go, please, Matt." Then she added in a confidential whisper to Elena, "Is he any good?"
"What?"
Tami nodded at Matt, who immediately turned his back to her. He looked as if he felt a terrible, repulsive fascination for Tami's ridiculous appearance.
"Him. Is he any good in the sack?"
"Matt, look at this." Elena held up a small tube of glue. "I think she actually did PermaStick that stuff to her skin. We have to call Child Protective Services or whatever, because nobody took her to the hospital right away. Whether her parents knew about this behavior or not, they shouldn't have just left her."
"I just hopethey're all right. Her family," Matt said grimly as they walked out the door, with Tami coolly following them to the car, and shouting lurid details about "what a good time" they had had, "the three of them."
Elena glanced at him uneasily from her place in the passenger seat - with no ID or driver's license, of course, she knew she shouldn't drive. "Maybe we'd better take her to the police first. My God, that poor family!"
Matt said nothing for a long time. His chin was set, his mouth grim. "I feel somehow as if I'm responsible. I mean, I knew there was something wrong with her - I should have told her parents then."
"Now you're sounding like Stefan. You're not responsible for everyone you meet."
Matt gave her a grateful glance, and Elena continued, "In fact I'm going to ask Bonnie and Meredith to do one other thing, which proves you're not. I'm going to ask them to check on Isobel Saitou, Jim's girlfriend.You've never had any contact with her, but Tami might have."
"You mean you think she's got it, too?"
"That's what I hope Bonnie and Meredith will find out."
Bonnie stopped dead, almost losing her hold on Mrs. Forbes's feet. "I am not going into that bedroom."
"You have to. I can't manage her alone," Meredith said. Then she added cajolingly, "Look, Bonnie, if you go in with me, I'll tell you a secret."
Bonnie bit her lip. Then she shut her eyes and let Meredith guide her, step by step, farther into this house
of horror. She knew where the master bedroom was - after all, she had played here since childhood. All the way down the hall, then turn left.
She was surprised when Meredith came to a sudden stop after only a few steps. "Bonnie."
"Well? What?"
"I don't want to frighten you, but - "
This had the immediate effect of terrifying Bonnie. Her eyes snapped open. "What?What? " Before Meredith could answer she glanced over her shoulder in fear and saw what.
Caroline was behind her. But not standing. She was crawling - no, she was scuttling, the way she had on Stefan's floor. Like a lizard. Her bronze hair, unkempt, hung down over her face. Her elbows and knees stuck out at impossible angles.
Bonnie screamed, but the pressure of the house seemed to choke the scream back down her throat. The only effect it had was to make Caroline look up at her with a quick reptilian movement of her head.
"Oh, my God - Caroline, what happened to your face?"