At 4:30 am, Anise had gotten up and dressed and had made her way to the running track. She was five minutes early. Robert was already there, dressed and ready to go. When he saw her coming, he checked his watch.
"On time. Good. Now, do you think you can defeat me on a run?" he asked her.
"Well, that depends," she said. "Am I running with you or against you?"
"Excellent. The proper answer. Which would you prefer?"
"Whichever helps us to get to know each other better," she replied.
"Clever girl. Another good answer. Well, we can compete another day since I saw you run yesterday. Why don't we just run together and get to know each other today?"
"I'd like that," she smiled.
"Let's go then," he smiled. "I can't make it a long run this morning, I'm afraid. I have a business meeting at 7, but lets' enjoy it anyway." He set the pace and the stride, and she joined him, stride for stride.
Angus woke, a bit later, on the same morning, feeling like he had no brain left at all. His thoughts were nonfunctioning at first, and what he knew was that his head felt like it had been runover by the night bus. And he felt sick--really sick. He looked around saw a wastebasket and reached for it in a hurry. When he could come up for air, he saw Edward standing in the doorway, leaning on the doorjamb. Edward went over, sat on the edge of the bed, and poured him a hefty dose of hangover potion. When Angus tried to wave it away, Edward just looked at him for a moment.
"You can either choose to be miserable, or you can take this and feel human again," Edward told him.
"Shhh," Angus whispered. "Words...bad."
"Drink," Edward said. Angus reluctantly took the potion and laid back in the bed. Edward got up and opened the curtains letting dazzling Tuscan sunshine stream into the room.
"Jesus!" Angus moaned painfully.
"Give it a moment. You're still so impatient sometimes," Edward said, opening the balcony doors to allow the sound of the birds and the waves into the room. For a brief moment, Angus passively thought of foul things to do to his grandfather.
"What the hell is that?" Angus asked.
"Sunshine. Fresh air. Ocean breezes. Remember those?"
"Where am I?"
"What do you remember?"
"Not an effing thing."
"Just as well. You were a nitwit anyway," Edward said. "Oh, good. Rosa's got your clothes back. I'll get you a towel and your robe. You are definitely going to want to shower."
"Who?"
"Rosa. Remember her? She used to change your diapers. You're home in your old room, where you've been since yesterday afternoon after you consumed a bottle of firewhiskey yourself with almost no help from me at all."
"What? I don't drink that...wait. You were there? That means you egged it on, you old..."
"Now, be nice," Edward cut him off. As the potion set in, Angus began to feel a little more human, and his thoughts began to clear.
"I remember now," Angus said.
"See? Give it a little longer and you'll feel like a new man."
"Good, because the one I woke up to isn't worth shit. Why are we here?"
"You want me to take you home to Ruby as you were? She wouldn't have had any clue what to do with you. You were talking complete horse manure. Really now. Falling on your sword for Suzanne? What for? Nothing changed yesterday. The situation did absolutely not call for your martyrdom yet. If it honestly calls for it, I'll be there with you every step of the way, Boy, but this contest is the same as it has been. She's a halfbaked dingbat who's irked with you and wants to off you. Not the first time someone wanted your hide, and if you're worth the family name it wont be your last. The only thing that was different was that you made a nearly fatal error, one that I rescued you from. You let James prattle in your ear and get under your skin. I know I taught you far better than to listen to your enemy. And him of all people. The nice werewolf that has committed mass murder and still deludes himself to be the rightful matrimonial companion of your employer's wife. That's your source of truth and information? You deserved to have your brains and your bum dashed about for ever thinking that for a fraction of a moment. Frankly, yesterday both those things looked like they were in the same place."
"You're enjoying this entirely too much," Angus said.
"Oh, immensely," Edward said sarcastically. "Now, go get your bum in the shower, shave yourself, and brush your teeth. Get your wits about you. I'll have Rosa bring you up some coffee. Then make yourself present downstairs. We're not finished yet." Angus was about to protest and Edward gave him as stern a look as he had ever given Angus when Angus had been a boy. "Downstairs. Fifteen minutes. Or I shall magically summon you down here, naked or otherwise. Understand me? You won't get far, by the way, We cleaned out your pockets so Rosa could wash your clothes. I have your portkeys, so you're stuck till I give them back." He left, closing the bedroom door, and Angus laid back down, sighing heavily.