The Vampire's Apprentice

She looked up from the bowl she was rinsing the soap off of, setting it aside on a towel next to her clean spoon and drying her hands. "Oh, hello, Mr. McCleary," she said.
 
"The storm hides the sun, meaning it is safe, more or less, to come out a little early," he said in explanation. He paused, his nose wrinkling. When he next spoke, his voice was cool, but not accusatory. "Would you like to explain to me how you came to be in contact with marijuana?"
 
Kitty gave him an utterly bewildered look. In contact with...? What...? "Why on earth would I have reason to touch the stuff?" She hadn't the foggiest idea what he was talking about, but knew better than to question his nose.
 
"I have not the faintest idea, but you smell as if you were in contact with it." He stepped closer and took another sniff. "Hmm, no... indirect contact. Were you around someone who smoked it?"
 
"Not that I'm aware of?" This was starting to concern her. There must have been somebody... otherwise she wouldn't smell of it.
 
"I braved the rain to drop off the dry cleaning and grabbed some brown sugar while I was out.... I made cookies for the neighbors. There are still some left if you care to inspect them for drugs." It was a half-hearted joke. "Then I went to pick up the dry cleaning again and now I'm here."
 
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"Unless the dry cleaners has hired what I believe is referred to as a 'pot head,' then I can only presume the scent originates from the neighbor's. Most unfortunate," Clancy sighed. "Ah, well. Thank you for your attention to your chores. What was your impression the newest neighborhood residents?"
 
That would make sense. She didn't know why that hadn't come to mind in the first place. Perhaps she was tired.
"There's a lady and four kids. I only saw one of the boys; the other two were running around inside breaking things, sounded like, and the fourth wasn't there." Kitty could not for the life of her remember any names. "The Miss looks pretty worn down and I was thinking of bringing some of the spare canned soup over there tomorrow. Maybe find a way to help her, if I could."
 
"As long as you do not get too attached or it interferes with your other duties," Clancy cautioned. "I am fine with that. Also, take care you do not get involved with that weed. It can cause you to become rather loose lipped, and we do not want that. Or police involvement."
 
"I wouldn't dream of it." Her nose scrunched at the thought of the weed. "Tomorrow's Sunday, anyhow. I don't expect you'd have anything for me to do, unless you'd like me to grab you a glass of holy water after church?" Kitty was joking, of course; Sunday was—as she had chosen—her day off.
 
There was a long pause. "Very well," he shrugged. "Yes, tomorrow you are free to do whatever you wish, and no, I do not need any holy water."
 
"Not that I'm aware of." She didn't really have anything better to be doing. "Can I ask you questions now, while you're here?"
 
"Of course," Clancy said agreeably. "What will it be tonight? What would I do if the sun turned green and jellyfish learned to walk?"
 
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