girls up-Angela was going,
too, for which I was grateful.
I went home to get my car.  When I found that Peter and Charlotte were there, I
decided could afford to give the girls an hour or so for a head start.  I would never be able
to bear following behind them, driving at the speed limit-hideous thought.
I came in through the kitchen, nodding vaguely at Emmett's and Esme's greetings
as I passed by everyone in the front room and went straight to the piano.
Ugh, he's back.
Rosalie, of course.
Ah, Edward.  I hate to see him suffering so.
Esme's joy was becoming marred by
concern.  She
should
be concerned.  This love story she envisioned for me was careening
toward a tragedy more perceptibly every moment.
Have fun in Port Angeles tonight,
Alice thought cheerfully.
Let me know when
I'm allowed to talk to Bella.
You're pathetic.  I can't believe you missed the game last night just to watch
somebody sleep,
Emmett grumbled.
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Jasper paid me no mind, even when the song I played came out a little more
stormily than I'd intended.  It was an old song, with a familiar theme: impatience.  Jasper
was saying goodbye to his friends, who eyed me curiously.
What a strange creature,
the Alice-sized, white-blond Charlotte was thinking.
And he was so normal and pleasant the last time we met.
Peter's thoughts were in sync with hers, as was usually the case.
It must be the animals.  The lack of human blood drives them mad eventually,
he
was concluding.  His hair was just as fair as hers, and almost as long.  They were very
similar-except for size, as he was almost as tall as Jasper-in both look and thought.  A
well matched pair, I'd always thought.
Everyone but Esme stopped thinking about me after a moment, and I played in
more subdued tones so that I would not attract notice.
I did not pay attention to them for a long while, just letting the music distract me
from my unease.  It was hard to have the girl out of sight and mind.  I only returned my
attention to their conversation when the goodbyes grew more final.
"If you see Maria again," Jasper was saying, a little warily, "tell her I wish her
well."
Maria was the vampire who had created both Jasper and Peter-Jasper in the
latter half of the nineteenth century, Peter more recently, in the nineteen forties.  She'd
looked Jasper up once when we were in Calgary.  It had been an eventful visit-we'd had
to move immediately.  Jasper had politely asked her to keep her distance in the future.
"I don't imagine that will happen soon," Peter said with a laugh-Maria was
undeniable dangerous and there was not much love lost between her and Peter.  Peter
had, after all, been instrumental in Jasper's defection.  Jasper had always been Maria's
favorite; she considered it a minor detail that she had once planned to kill him.  "But,
should it happen, I certainly will."
They were shaking hands then, preparing to depart.  I let the song I was playing
trail off to an unsatisfying end, and got hastily to my feet.
"Charlotte, Peter," I said, nodding.
"It was nice to see you again, Edward," Charlotte said doubtfully.  Peter just
nodded in return.
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Madman,
Emmett threw after me.
Idiot,
Rosalie thought at the same time.
Poor boy.
Esme.
And Alice, in a chiding tone.
They're going straight east, to Seattle.  No where
near Port Angeles.
She showed me the proof in her visions.
I pretended I hadn't heard that.  My excuses were already flimsy enough.
Once in my car, I felt more relaxed; the robust purr of the engine Rosalie had
boosted for me-last year, when she was in a better mood-was soothing.   It was a relief
to be in motion, to know that I was getting closer to Bella with every mile that flew away
under my tires.
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9.  Port Angeles
It was too bright for me to drive into town when I got to Port Angeles; the sun was still
too high overhead, and, though my windows were tinted dark, there was no reason to take
unnecessary risks.
More
unnecessary risks, I should say.
I was certain I would be able to find Jessica's thoughts from a distance-Jessica's
thoughts were louder than Angela's, but once I found the first, I'd be able to hear the
second.  Then, when the shadows lengthened, I could get closer.  For now, I pulled off
the road onto an overgrown driveway just outside the town that appeared to be
infrequently used.
I knew the general direction to search in-there was really only one place for
dress shopping in Port Angeles.  It wasn't long before I found Jessica, spinning in front of
a three way mirror, and I could see Bella in her peripheral vision, appraising the long
black dress she wore.
Bella still looks pissed.  Ha ha.  Angela was right-Tyler was full of it.  I can't
believe she's so upset about it, though.  At least she knows she has a back up date for the
prom.  What if Mike doesn't have fun at the dance, and he doesn't ask me out again?
What if he asks Bella to the prom?  Would she have asked Mike to the dance if I hadn't
said anything?  Does he think she's prettier than me? Does
she
think she's prettier than
me?
"I think I like the blue one better.  It really brings out your eyes."
Jessica smiled at Bella with false warmth, while eyeing her suspiciously.
Does she really think that?  Or does she want me to look like a cow on Saturday?
I was already tired of listening to Jessica.  I searched close by for Angela-ah, but
Angela was in the process of changing dresses, and I skipped quickly out of her head to
give her some privacy.
Well, there wasn't much trouble Bella could get into in a department store.  I'd let
them shop and then catch up with them when they were done.  It wouldn't be long until it
was dark-the clouds were beginning to return, drifting in from the west.  I could only
catch glimpses of them through the thick trees, but I could see how they would hurry the
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sunset.  I welcomed them, craved them more than I had ever yearned for their shadows
before.  Tomorrow I could sit beside Bella in school again, monopolize her attention at
lunch again.  I could ask her all the questions I'd been saving up...
So, she was furious about Tyler's presumption.  I'd seen that in his head-that
he'd meant it literally when he'd spoken of the prom, that he was staking a claim.  I
pictured her expression from that other afternoon-the outraged disbelief-and I
laughed.  I wondered what she would say to him about this.  I wouldn't want to miss her
reaction.
The time went slowly while I waited for the shadows to lengthen.  I checked in
periodically with Jessica; her mental voice was the easiest to find, but I didn't like to
linger there long.  I saw the place they were planning to eat.  It would be dark by dinner
time...maybe I would coincidentally choose the same restaurant.  I touched the phone in
my pocket, thinking of inviting Alice out to eat...  She would love that, but she would
also want to talk to Bella.  I wasn't sure if I was ready to have Bella
more
involved with
my world.  Wasn't one vampire trouble enough?
I checked in routinely with Jessica again.  She was thinking about her jewelry,
asking Angela's opinion.
"Maybe I should take the necklace back.  I've got one at home that would
probably work, and I spent more than I was supposed to..." My mom is going to freak
out.  What was I thinking?
"I don't mind going back to the store.  Do you think Bella will be looking for us,
though?"
What was this?  Bella wasn't with them?  I stared through Jessica's eyes first,
then switched to Angela's.  They were on the sidewalk in front of a line of shops, just
turning back the other way.  Bella was no where in sight.
Oh, who cares about Bella?
Jess thought impatiently, before answering Angela's
question.
"She's fine.  We'll get to the restaurant in plenty of time, even if we go back.
Anyway, I think she wanted to be alone."
I got a brief glimpse of the bookshop Jessica
thought Bella had gone to.
"Let's hurry, then,"
Angela said.
I hope Bella doesn't think we ditched her.  She
was so nice to me in the car before...  She's really a sweet person.  But she's seemed kind
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of blue all day.  I wonder if it's because of Edward Cullen?  I'll bet that was why she was
asking about his family...
I should have been paying better attention.  What all had I missed here?  Bella
was off wandering by herself, and she'd been asking about me before?  Angela was
paying attention to Jessica
now-Jessica was babbling about that idiot Mike-and I could
get nothing more from her.
I judged the shadows.  The sun would be behind the clouds soon enough.  If I
stayed on the west side of the road, where the buildings would shade the street from the
fading light...
I started to feel anxious as I drove through the sparse traffic into the center of the
town.  This wasn't something I had considered-Bella taking off on her own-and I had
no idea how to find her.  I
should
have considered it.
I knew Port Angeles well; I drove straight to the bookstore in Jessica's head,
hoping my search would be short, but doubting it would be so easy.  When did Bella ever
make it easy?
Sure enough, the little shop was empty except for the anachronistically dressed
woman behind the counter.  This didn't look like the kind of place Bella would be
interested in-too new age for a practical person.  I wondered if she'd even bothered to
go in?
There was a patch of shade I could park in...  It made a dark pathway right up to
the overhang of the shop.  I really shouldn't.  Wandering around in the sunlight hours was
not safe.  What if a passing car threw the sun's reflection into the shade at just the wrong
moment?
But I didn't know how else to look for Bella!
I parked and got out, keeping to the deepest side of the shadow.  I strode quickly
into the store, noti