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Josette's room will be occupied quite soon, says Barnabas, but this time, his bride will come of her own free will. Barnabas doesn't want to waste any time. Aside from that, it's been too depressing around here lately, and Barnabas wants to throw a party!"This house must become a more inviting place, insists the vampire. He'll throw a costume party, and Vicki will wear Josette's dress.[/spoiler]
Listen closely, says Liz, you made a threat to Miss Winters, and I don't want any more of that--she's going to stay here, tutor you, and you're going to cooperate--is that quite clear?All she wants to do is get me in trouble, pouts David, arms crossed over his chest. I don't think you need her help for that, says Liz, not after what you've done. He rises from the chair and anxiously says he didn't do anything. Sit down, she says, and he does. You almost got your father killed, Liz reminds him, and that wasn't Miss Winters' fault. But I... begins David, but she warns him not to try denying it to her, not now. He sits back, angry. You hate me, just like everybody else does, he says. Liz assures him she doesn't hate him, if she did, he wouldn't still be living in her house--but she is angry with him, very angry indeed. I don't care, he says. You'd better start caring, advises Liz--the world isn't a very happy place for boys who don't care what other people think--it's lonely and cold--and I don't want you living like that. You want to send me away, just like my father does, accuses David. Annoyed, Liz asks if she hasn't already...there will be no more talk about sending him away, the accident, or any of it--that's all past--what they will discuss is the future. David rises and says, Miss Winters. Yes, says Liz, I brought her a long distance to help you--and I don't want any problems--you're going to listen to her and do as she says. What if I don't? he demands. Don't make me answer that, she says, I'm not asking much. You like her more than you like me, he says. Is that all you can say? she asks. But it's true, isn't it? he asks--you always said you loved me, isn't that what you said? Of course, I do, says Liz. Well I don't believe it, says David, wounded, not anymore! Liz rises and goes over to the boy, pulling her nephew against her chest and holding him close. Help me, Aunt Elizabeth, he pleads, holding tightly to her, help me! I'm trying, sue says, but you've got t help, too! I won't do anything else bad, I promise I won't! he cries--but you mustn't stop loving me. (Poor baby!) He looks up at her. You're my family, how could I stop? Asks Liz. Easily enough says Roger, entering the room--just look at the boy and realize what he is--a potential murderer. David's face is guarded again. Roger! chastises Liz. It's the truth, isn't it? Roger asks her, unless you prefer to ignore the truth--(with immense sarcasm) it's truly a pleasure to come home from a nice friendly chat in town to be greets by the smiling face of my beloved son![/spoiler]