"Twilight - 02 - New Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Meyer Stephanie)"No presents," I protested in a mumble. She finally seemed to process my mood. "OkayЕ later, then. Did you like the scrapbook your mom sent you? And the camera from Charlie?" I sighed. Of course she would know what my birthday presents were. Edward wasn't the only member of his family with unusual skills.Alice would have "seen" what my parents were planning as soon as they'd decided that themselves. "Yeah. They're great." " Ithink it's a nice idea. You're only a senior once. Might as well document the experience." "How many times have you been a senior?" "That's different." We reached Edward then, and he held out his hand for mine. I took it eagerly, forgetting, for a moment, my glum mood. His skin was, as always, smooth, hard, and very cold. He gave my fingers a gentle squeeze. I looked into his liquid topa2 eyes, and my heart gave a not-quite-so-gentle squeeze of its own. Hearing the stutter in my heartbeats, he smiled again. He lifted his free hand and traced one cool fingertip around the outside of my lips as he spoke. "So, as discussed, I am not allowed to wish you a happy birthday, is that correct?" "Yes. That is correct." I could never quite mimic the flow of his perfect, formal articulation. It was something that could only be picked up in an earlier century. "Just checking." He ran his hand through his tousled bronze hair. "You might have changed your mind. Most people seem to enjoy things like birthdays and gifts." Alicelaughed, and the sound was all silver, a wind chime. "Of course you'll enjoy it. Everyone is supposed to be nice to you today and give you your way, Bella. What's the worst that could happen?" She meant it as a rhetorical question. Beside me, Edward's smile tightened into a hard line. "Eighteen isn't very old,"Alice said. "Don't women usually wait till they're twenty-nine to get upset over birthdays?" "It's older than Edward," I mumbled. He sighed. "Technically," she said, keeping her tone light. "Just by one little year, though." And I supposedЕ if I could be sure of the future I wanted, sure that I would get to spend forever with Edward, and Alice and the rest of the Cullens (preferably not as a wrinkled little old lady)Е then a year or two one direction or the other wouldn't matter to me so much. But Edward was dead set against any future that changed me. Any future that made me like himЧthat made me immortal, too. An impasse, he called it. I couldn't really see Edward's point, to be honest. What was so great about mortality? Being a vampire didn't look like such a terrible thingЧnot the way the Cullens did it, anyway. "What time will you be at the house?"Alice continued, changing the subject. From her expression, she was up to exactly the kind of thing I'd been hoping to avoid. "I didn't know I had plans to be there." "Oh, be fair, Bella!" she complained. "You aren't going to ruin all our fun like that, are you?" "I thought my birthday was about what I want." |
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