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hour to go now.

Afternoons were the hardest part of my day. Ever since my former best friend (and werewolf), Jacob
Black, had informed on me about the motorcycle IтАЩd been riding on the sly тАФ a betrayal he had devised
in order to get me grounded so that I couldnтАЩt spend time with my boyfriend (and vampire), Edward
Cullen тАФ Edward had been allowed to see me only from seven till nine-thirty p.m., always inside the
confines of my home and under the supervision of my dadтАЩs unfailingly crabby glare.

This was an escalation from the previous, slightly less stringent grounding that IтАЩd earned for an
unexplained three-day disappearance and one episode of cliff diving.

Of course, I still saw Edward at school, because there wasnтАЩt anything Charlie could do about that. And
then, Edward spent almost every night in my room, too, but Charlie wasnтАЩt precisely aware of that.
EdwardтАЩs ability to climb easily and silently through my second-story window was almost as useful as his
ability to read CharlieтАЩs mind.

Though the afternoon was the only time I spent away from Edward, it was enough to make me restless,
and the hours always dragged. Still, I endured my punishment without complaining because тАФ for one
thing тАФ I knew IтАЩd earned it, and тАФ for another тАФ because I couldnтАЩt bear to hurt my dad by moving
out now, when a much more permanent separation hovered, invisible to Charlie, so close on my horizon.

My dad sat down at the table with a grunt and unfolded the damp newspaper there; within seconds he
was clucking his tongue in disapproval.

тАЬI donтАЩt know why you read the news, Dad. It only ticks you off.тАЭ

He ignored me, grumbling at the paper in his hands. тАЬThis is why everyone wants to live in a small town!
Ridiculous.тАЭ

тАЬWhat have big cities done wrong now?тАЭ

тАЬSeattleтАЩs making a run for murder capital of the country. Five unsolved homicides in the last two weeks.
Can you imagine living like that?тАЭ

тАЬI think Phoenix is actually higher up the homicide list, Dad. Ihave lived like that.тАЭ And IтАЩd never come
close to being a murder victim until after I moved to his safe little town. In fact, I was still on several hit
lists. . . . The spoon shook in my hands, making the water tremble.

тАЬWell, you couldnтАЩt pay me enough,тАЭ Charlie said.

I gave up on saving dinner and settled for serving it; I had to use a steak knife to cut a portion of
spaghetti for Charlie and then myself, while he watched with a sheepish expression. Charlie coated his
helping with sauce and dug in. I disguised my own clump as well as I could and followed his example
without much enthusiasm. We ate in silence for a moment. Charlie was still scanning the news, so I
picked up my much-abused copy ofWuthering Heights from where IтАЩd left it this morning at breakfast,
and tried to lose myself in turn-of-the-century England while I waited for him to start talking.

I was just to the part where Heathcliff returns when Charlie cleared his throat and threw the paper to the
floor.
 тАЬYouтАЩre right,тАЭ Charlie said. тАЬI did have a reason for doing this.тАЭ He waved his fork at the gluey spread.