“I’m surprised vampires and demons are early birds,” I whispered to my sister as I refilled the napkin dispensers. “They come in later,” she said, as if that were common knowledge. “And no paranormal talk in front of mixed company.” She nodded to a family in a corner booth who looked like they’d walked out of the pages of an L.L.Bean catalog. All that was missing was a white picket fence and a yellow lab.
