"Twilight - 03 - Eclipse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Meyer Stephanie)

Black eyes, wild with their fierce craving for my death, watched for the moment when my protectorТs attention would be diverted. The moment when I would surely die.

Somewhere, far, far away in the cold forest, a wolf howled.

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1. ULTIMATUM

Bella,

I donТt know why youТre making Charlie carry notes to Billy like weТre in second grade Ч if I wanted to talk to you I would answer the

You made the choice here, okay? You canТt have it both ways when

What part of Сmortal enemiesТ is too complicated for you to

Look, I know IТm being a jerk, but thereТs just no way around

We canТt be friends when youТre spending all your time with a bunch of

It just makes it worse when I think about you too much, so donТt write anymore

Yeah, I miss you, too. A lot. DoesnТt change anything. Sorry.

Jacob

I ran my fingers across the page, feeling the dents where he had pressed the pen to the paper so hard that it had nearly broken through. I could picture him writing this Ч scrawling the angry letters in his rough handwriting, slashing through line after line when the words came out wrong, maybe even snapping the pen in his too-big hand; that would explain the ink splatters. I could imagine the frustration pulling his black eyebrows together and crumpling his forehead. If IТd been there, I might have laughed.DonТt give yourself a brain hemorrhage, Jacob, I would have told him.Just spit it out.

Laughing was the last thing I felt like doing now as I reread the words IТd already memorized. His answer to my pleading note Ч passed from Charlie to Billy to him, just like second grade, as heТd pointed out Ч was no surprise. IТd known the essence of what it would say before IТd opened it.

What was surprising was how much each crossed-out line wounded me Ч as if the points of the letters had cutting edges. More than that, behind each angry beginning lurked a vast pool of hurt; JacobТs pain cut me deeper than my own.

While I was pondering this, I caught the unmistakable scent of a smoking burner rising from the kitchen. In another house, the fact that someone besides myself was cooking might not be a cause for panicking.

I shoved the wrinkled paper into my back pocket and ran, making it downstairs in the nick of time.

The jar of spaghetti sauce CharlieТd stuck in the microwave was only on its first revolution when I yanked the door open and pulled it out.

УWhat did I do wrong?Ф Charlie demanded.

УYouТre supposed to take the lid off first, Dad. MetalТs bad for microwaves.Ф I swiftly removed the lid as I spoke, poured half the sauce into a bowl, and then put the bowl inside the microwave and the jar back in the fridge; I fixed the time and pressed start.

Charlie watched my adjustments with pursed lips. УDid I get the noodles right?Ф

I looked in the pan on the stove Ч the source of the smell that had alerted me. УStirring helps,Ф I said mildly. I found a spoon and tried to de-clump the mushy hunk that was scalded to the bottom.

Charlie sighed.

УSo whatТs all this about?Ф I asked him.