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Bella
.
I
decided
to
kill
an
hour
with
non
-
school
-
related
reading
.
I
had
a
small
collection
of
books
that
came
with
me
to
Forks
,
the
shabbiest
volume
being
a
compilation
of
the
works
of
Jane
Austen
.
I
selected
that
one
and
headed
to
the
backyard
,
grabbing
a
ragged
old
quilt
from
the
linen
cupboard
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
on
my
way
down
.
Outside
in
Charlie
’
s
small
,
square
yard
,
I
folded
the
quilt
in
half
and
laid
it
out
of
the
reach
of
the
trees
’
shadows
on
the
thick
lawn
that
would
always
be
slightly
wet
,
no
matter
how
long
the
sun
shone
.
I
lay
on
my
stomach
,
crossing
my
ankles
in
the
air
,
flipping
through
the
different
novels
in
the
book
,
trying
to
decide
which
would
occupy
my
mind
the
most
thoroughly
.
My
favorites
were
Pride
and
Prejudice
and
Sense
and
Sensibility
.
I
’
d
read
the
first
most
recently
,
so
I
started
into
Sense
and
Sensibility
,
only
to
remember
after
I
began
three
that
the
hero
of
the
story
happened
to
be
named
Edward
.
Angrily
,
I
turned
to
Mansfield
Park
,
but
the
hero
of
that
piece
was
named
Edmund
,
and
that
was
just
too
close
.
Weren
’
t
there
any
other
names
available
in
the
late
eighteenth
century
?
I
snapped
the
book
shut
,
annoyed
,
and
rolled
over
onto
my
back
.
I
pushed
my
sleeves
up
as
high
as
they
would
go
,
and
closed
my
eyes
.
I
would
think
of
nothing
but
the
warmth
on
my
skin
,
I
told
myself
severely
.
The
breeze
was
still
light
,
but
it
blew
tendrils
of
my
hair
around
my
face
,
and
that
tickled
a
bit
.
I
pulled
all
my
hair
over
my
head
,
letting
it
fan
out
on
the
quilt
above
me
,
and
focused
again
on
the
heat
that
touched
my
eyelids
,
my
cheekbones
,
my
nose
,
my
lips
,
my
forearms
,
my
neck
,
soaked
through
my
light
shirt
.
.
.
The
next
thing
I
was
conscious
of
was
the
sound
of
Charlie
’
s
cruiser
turning
onto
the
bricks
of
the
driveway
.
I
sat
up
in
surprise
,
realizing
the
light
was
gone
,
behind
the
trees
,
and
I
had
fallen
asleep
.
I
looked
around
,
muddled
,
with
the
sudden
feeling
that
I
wasn
’
t
alone
.
"
Charlie
?
"
I
asked
.
But
I
could
hear
his
door
slamming
in
front
of
the
house
.
I
jumped
up
,
foolishly
edgy
,
gathering
the
now
-
damp
quilt
and
my
book
.
I
ran
inside
to
get
some
oil
heating
on
the
stove
,
realizing
that
dinner
would
be
late
.
Charlie
was
hanging
up
his
gun
belt
and
stepping
out
of
his
boots
when
I
came
in
.
"
Sorry
,
Dad
,
dinner
’
s
not
ready
yet
-
I
fell
asleep
outside
.
"
I
stifled
a
yawn
.
"
Don
’
t
worry
about
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
wanted
to
catch
the
score
on
the
game
,
anyway
.
"
