walked swiftly out to the parking lot。 It was crowded now with fleeing
students。 I got in my truck and dug through my bag to make sure I had
what I needed。
Last night I'd discovered that Charlie couldn't cook much besides fried
eggs and bacon。 So I requested that I be assigned kitchen detail for the
duration of my stay。 He was willing enough to hand over the keys to the
banquet hall。 I also found out that he had no food in the house。 So I had
my shopping list and the cash from the jar in the cupboard labeled FOOD
MONEY； and I was on my way to the Thriftway。
I gunned my deafening engine to life； ignoring the heads that turned in
my direction； and backed carefully into a place in the line of cars that
were waiting to exit the parking lot。 As I waited； trying to pretend that
the earsplitting rumble was ing from someone else's car； I saw the two
Cullens and the Hale twins getting into their car。 It was the shiny new
Volvo。 Of course。 I hadn't noticed their clothes before — I'd been too
mesmerized by their faces。 Now that I looked； it was obvious that they
were all dressed exceptionally well； simply； but in clothes that subtly
hinted at designer origins。 With their remarkable good looks； the style
with which they carried themselves； they could have worn dishrags and
pulled it off。 It seemed excessive for them to have both looks and money。
But as far as I could tell； life worked that way most of the time。 It
didn't look as if it bought them any acceptance here。
No； I didn't fully believe that。 The isolation must be their desire； I
couldn't imagine any door that wouldn't be opened by that degree of
beauty。
They looked at my noisy truck as I passed them； just like everyone else。
I kept my eyes straight forward and was relieved when I finally was free
of the school grounds。
The Thriftway was not far from the school； just a few streets south； off
the highway。 It was nice to be inside the supermarket； it felt normal。 I
did the shopping at home； and I fell into the pattern of the familiar
task gladly。 The store was big enough inside that I couldn't hear the
tapping of the rain on the roof to remind me where I was。
When I got home； I unloaded all the groceries； stuffing them in wherever
I could find an open space。 I hoped Charlie wouldn't mind。 I wrapped
potatoes in foil and stuck them in the oven to bake； covered a steak in
marinade and balanced it on top of a carton of eggs in the fridge。
When I was finished with that； I took my book bag upstairs。 Before
starting my homework； I changed into a pair of dry sweats； pulled my damp
hair up into a ponytail； and checked my email for the first time。 I had
three messages。
〃Bella；〃 my mom wrote…
Write me as soon as you get in。 Tell me how your flight was。 Is it
raining？ I miss you already。 I'm almost finished packing for Florida； but
I can't find my pink blouse。 Do you know where I put it？ Phil says hi。
Mom。
I sighed and went to the next。 It was sent eight hours after the first。
〃Bella；〃 she wrote…
Why haven't you emailed me yet？ What are you waiting for？ Mom。
The last was from this morning。
Isabella；
If I haven't heard from you by 5：30 p。m。 today I'm calling Charlie。
I checked the clock。 I still had an hour； but my mom was well known for
jumping the gun。
Mom；
Calm down。 I'm writing right now。 Don't do anything rash。
Bella。
I sent that； and began again。
Mom；
Everything is great。 Of course it's raining。 I was waiting for something
to write about。 School isn't bad； just a little repetitive。 I met some
nice kids who sit by me at lunch。
Your blouse is at the dry cleaners you were supposed to pick it up
Friday。
Charlie bought me a truck； can you believe it？ I love it。 It's old； but
really sturdy； which is good； you know； for me。
I miss you； too。 I'll write again soon； but I'm not going to check my
email every five minutes。 Relax； breathe。 I love you。
Bella。
I had decided to read Wuthering Heights — the novel we were currently
studying in English — yet again for the fun of it； and that's what I was
doing when Charlie came home。 I'd lost track of the time； and I hurried
downstairs to take the potatoes out and put the steak in to broil。
〃Bella？〃 my father called out when he heard me on the stairs。
Who else？ I thought to myself。
〃Hey； Dad； wele home。〃
〃Thanks。〃 He hung up his gun belt and stepped out of his boots as I
bustled about the kitchen。 As far as I was aware； he'd never shot the gun
on the job。 But he kept it ready。 When I came here as a child； he would
always remove the bullets as soon as he walked in the door。 I guess he
considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident； and not
depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose。
〃What's for dinner？〃 he asked warily。 My mother was an imaginative cook；
and her experiments weren't always edible。 I was surprised； and sad； that
he seemed to remember that far back。
〃Steak and potatoes；〃 I answered； and he looked relieved。
He seemed to feel awkward standing in the kitchen doing nothing； he
lumbered into the living room to watch TV while I worked。 We were both
more fortable that way。 I made a salad while the steaks cooked； and
set the table。
I called him in when dinner was ready； and he sniffed appreciatively as
he walked into the room。
〃Smells good； Bell。〃
〃Thanks。〃
We ate in silence for a few minutes。 It wasn't unfortable。 Neither of
us was bothered by the quiet。 In some ways； we were well suited for
living together。
〃So； how did you like school？ Have you made any friends？〃 he asked as he
was taking seconds。
〃Well； I have a few classes with a girl named Jessica。 I sit with her
friends at lunch。 And there's this boy； Mike； who's very friendly。
Everybody seems pretty nice。〃 With one outstanding exception。
〃That must be Mike Newton。 Nice kid — nice family。 His dad owns the
sporting goods store just outside of town。 He makes a good living off all
the backpackers who e through here。〃
〃Do you know the Cullen family？〃 I asked hesitantly。
〃Dr。 Cullen's family？ Sure。 Dr。 Cullen's a great man。〃
〃They… the kids… are a little different。 They don't seem to fit in very
well at school。〃
Charlie surprised me by looking angry。
〃People in this town；〃 he muttered。 〃Dr。 Cullen is a brilliant surgeon
who could probably work in any hospital in the world； make ten times the
salary he gets here；〃 he continued； getting louder。 〃We're lucky to have
him — lucky that his wife wanted to live in a small town。 He's an asset
to the munity； and all of those kids are well behaved and polite。 I
had my doubts； when they first moved in； with all those adopted
teenagers。 I thought we might have some problems with them。 But they're
all very mature — I haven't had one speck of trouble from any of them。
That's more than I can say for the children of some folks who have lived
in this town for generations。 And they stick together the way a family
should — camping trips every other weekend… Just because they're
newers； people have to talk。〃
It was the longest speech I'd ever heard Charlie make。 He must feel
strongly about whatever people were saying。
I backpedaled。 〃They seemed nice enough to me。 I just noticed they kept
to themselves。 They're all very attractive；〃 I added； trying to be more
plimentary。
〃You should see the doctor；〃 Charlie said； laughing。 〃It's a good thing
he's happily married。 A lot of the nurses at the hospital have a hard
time concentrating on their work with him around。〃
We lapsed back into silence as we finished eating。 He cleared the table
while I started on the dishes。 He went back to the TV； and after I
finished washing the dishes by hand — no dishwasher — I went upstairs
unwillingly to work on my math homework。 I could feel a tradition in the
making。
That night it was finally quiet。 I fell asleep quickly； exhausted。
The rest of the week was uneventful。 I got used to the routine of my
classes。 By Friday I was able to recognize； if not name； almost all the
students at school。 In Gym； the kids on my team learned not to pass me
the ball and to step quickly in front of me if the other team tried to
take advantage of my weakness。 I happily stayed out of their way。
Edward Cullen didn't e back to school。
Every day； I watched anxiously until the rest of the Cullens entered the
cafeteria without him。 Then I could relax and join in the lunchtime
conversation。 Mostly it centered around a trip to the La Push Ocean Park
in two weeks that Mike was putting together。 I was invited； and I had
agreed to go； more out of politeness than desire。 Beaches should be hot
and dry。
By Friday I was perfectly fortable entering my Biology class； no
longer worried that Edward would be there。 For all I knew； he had dropped
out of school。 I tried not to think about him； but I couldn't totally
suppress the worry that I was responsible for his continued absence；
ridiculous as it seemed。
My first weekend in Forks passed without incident