"Well?" the first asked (more tense than curious). "No," replied the second, shaking her head. "Why? WHY?" pressed the third, irritated. "We were close this time," the second explained, "and then the reporter asked him if our household practice was officially polygamy or polyamory." "How long did the guy get to live after that?" the first laughed, imagining the scene in her mind. "About 2 nanoseconds," the second answered, smiling, "just long enough for him to say, "Uh ... polypredatory?" aaaannnnndddd ... immediate pounce." The third of Dracula's wives huffed. "Good. Honestly, we give the guy the story of the century - any century - and he's worried about our relationship status? It's SO Facebook!" "I REALLY like the word "polypredatory"," mused the first, returning to her knitting. The nights were turning cold and they would need more than neighbors in the crockpot to keep them warm.