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New Orleans. 1910.
Jil laughed aloud as she sipped coffee with her breakfast companion. Her husband of some several centuries.
They were waiting for the other member of their trio to emerge, but Lestat was late this morning. ‘He’s taking his sweet time,’ Jil snickered. ‘What’s the betting we see him much before sunrise?’ This time she was speaking to Hannibal in English, practicing as they’d newly arrived in America.
Just then, there was a noise outside the parlour. She gave Hannibal a wide eyed look of amusement that said finally.
Neither of them expected the wide eyed slightly dishevelled and sheepish looking young man that stood in the doorway.
Her look turned to one of shock. ‘Hvem er han?’ Who is he? The shock had caused her to revert to her native Danish. She looked over at Hannibal, curious now.
