My Next Door Neighbor is a Vampire

“My next door neighbor is vampire,” Rivi tells me. “Keeps late hours?” I ask. “No,” Rivi says. “She’s an actual vampire.” We are sitting on the front porch of the house Rivi shares with Boone and Tina. The sun is out today for what feels like the first time in weeks, which is a welcome change from the endless gray we’ve been caught up in as winter refuses to go away. If there’s such a thing as vampire weather, I doubt that today would be what I would classify it as. “I know that I’m going to regret asking you…