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<table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" width="100%" class="forumline"> <tr> <th class="thCornerL" width="22%">Autor</th> <th class="thCornerR">Wiadomość</th> </tr> <tr> <td width="22%" align="left" valign="top" class="row1"><span class="name"><a name=""></a><b>yoonsica</b></span></td> <td class="row1" valign="top"><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <tr> <td width="100%"><img src="http://picsrv.fora.pl/Elveron/images/icon_minipost.gif" width="12" height="9" alt="Post" title="Post" border="0" /><span class="postdetails">Wysłany: Czw 7:10, 20 Sty 2011<span class="gen"> </span> Temat postu: and I flinched like I'd been Tasered. "Hey</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><hr /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><span class="postbody">The flyers put the usual big, fat lump in my throat, the usual stinging tears in my eyes, and I was glad <br />Edward was out hunting this Saturday. If Edward saw my reaction, it would only make him feel terrible, <br />too. <br />Of course, there were drawbacks to it being Saturday. As I turned slowly and carefully onto my street, I <br />could see my dad's police cruiser in the driveway of our home. He'd skipped fishing again today. Still <br />sulking about the <br />wedding. <br />So I wouldn't be able to use the phone inside. But I had to call___ <br />I parked on the curb behind the Chevy sculpture and pulled the cell phone Edward had given me for <br />emergencies out of the glove compartment. I dialed, keeping my finger on the "end" button as the phone <br />rang. Just in case. <br />"Hello?" Seth Clearwater answered, and I sighed in relief. I was way too chicken to speak to his older <br />sister, Leah. The phrase "bite my head off was not entirely a figure of speech when it came to Leah. <br />"Hey, Seth, it's Bella." <br />"Oh, hiya, Bella! How are you?" <br />Choked up. Desperate for reassurance. "Fine." <br />"Calling for an update?" <br />"You're psychic." <br />"Not hardly. I'm no Alice��you're just predictable," he joked. Among the Quileute pack down at La <br />Push, only Seth was comfortable even mentioning the Cullens by name, let alone joking about things like <br />my nearly omniscient sister-in-law-to-be. <br />"I know I am." I hesitated for a minute. "How is he?" <br />Seth sighed. "Same as ever. He won't talk, though we know he hears us. He's trying not to think human, <br />you know. Just going with his instincts." <br /> Page 8 <br /> <br /> Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, /abclit.html <br />"Do you know where he is now?" <br />"Somewhere in northern Canada. I can't tell you which province. He doesn't pay much attention to state <br />lines." <br />"Any hint that he might..." <br />"He's not coming home, Bella. Sorry." <br />I swallowed. "S'okay, Seth. I knew before I asked. I just can't help wishing." <br />"Yeah. We all feel the same way." <br />"Thanks for putting up with me, Seth. I know the others must give you a hard time." <br />"They're not your hugest fans," he agreed cheerfully. "Kind of lame, I think. Jacob made his choices, you <br />made yours. Jake doesn't like their attitude about it. 'Course, he isn't super thrilled that you're checking <br />up on him, either." <br />I gasped. "I thought he wasn't talking to you?" <br />"He can't hide everything from us, hard as he's trying." <br />So Jacob knew I was worried. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Well, at least he knew I hadn't <br />skipped off into the sunset and forgotten him completely. He might have imagined me capable of that. <br />"I guess I'll see you at the... wedding," I said, forcing the word out through my teeth. <br />"Yeah, me and my mom will be there. It was cool of you to ask us." <br />I smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice. Though inviting the Clearwaters had been Edward's idea, I was <br />glad he'd thought of it. Having Seth there would be nice��a link, however tenuous, to my missing best <br />man. "It wouldn't be the <br />same without you." <br />"Tell Edward I said hi, 'kay?" <br />"Sure thing." <br />I shook my head. The friendship that had sprung up between Edward and Seth was something that still <br />boggled my mind. It was proof, though, that things didn't have to be this way. That vampires and <br />werewolves could get along just fine, thank you very much, if they were of a mind to. <br />Not everybody liked this idea. <br />"Ah," Seth said, his voice cracking up an octave. "Er, Leah's home." <br />"Oh! Bye!" <br /> Page 9 <br /> <br /> Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, /abclit.html <br />The phone went dead. I left it on the seat and prepared myself mentally to go inside the house, where <br />Charlie would be waiting. <br />My poor dad had so much to deal with right now. Jacob-the-runaway was just one of the straws on his <br />overburdened back. He was almost as worried about me, his barely-a-legal-adult daughter who was <br />about to become a Mrs. in just a few days' time. <br />I walked slowly through the light rain, remembering the night we'd told him___ <br />As the sound of Charlie's cruiser announced his return, the ring suddenly weighed a hundred pounds on <br />my finger. I wanted to shove my left hand in a pocket, or maybe sit on it, but Edward's cool, firm grasp <br />kept it front and center. <br />"Stop fidgeting, Bella. Please try to remember that you're not confessing to a murder here." <br />"Easy for you to say." <br />I listened to the ominous sound of my father's boots clomping up the sidewalk. The key rattled in the <br />already open door. The sound reminded me of that part of the horror movie when the victim realizes <br />she's forgotten to lock herdeadbolt. <br />"Calm down, Bella," Edward whispered, listening to the acceleration of my heart. <br />The door slammed against the wall, and I flinched like I'd been Tasered. <br />"Hey, Charlie,best seller black a line halter chiffon knee length bridesmaid dress," Edward called, entirely relaxed. <br />"No!" I protested under my breath. <br />"What?" Edward whispered back. <br />"Wait till he hangs his gun up!" <br />Edward chuckled and ran his free hand through his tousled bronze hair. <br />Charlie came around the corner, still in his uniform, still armed, and tried not to make a face when he <br />spied us sitting together on the loveseat. Lately, he'd been putting forth a lot of effort to like Edward <br />more. Of course, this revelation was sure to end that effort immediately. <br />"Hey, kids. What's up?" <br />"We'd like to talk to you," Edward said, so serene. "We have some good news." <br />Charlie's expression went from strained friendliness to black suspicion in a second. <br />"Good news?" Charlie growled, looking straight at me. <br />"Have a seat, Dad." <br />He raised one eyebrow,custom madequinceanera dresses, stared at me for five seconds, then stomped to the recliner and sat down on the <br />very edge, his back ramrod straight. <br /> Page 10 <br /> <br /> Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, /abclit.html <br />"Don't get worked up, Dad," I said after a moment of loaded silence. "Everything's okay." <br />Edward grimaced, and I knew it was in objection to the word okay. He probably would have used <br />something more like wonderful or perfect or glorious. <br />"Sure it is,informal blue a line strapless taffeta floor length bridesmaid dress, Bella, sure it is. 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