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I
backpedaled
.
"
They
seemed
nice
enough
to
me
.
I
just
noticed
they
kept
to
themselves
.
They
’
re
all
very
attractive
,
"
I
added
,
trying
to
be
more
complimentary
.
"
You
should
see
the
doctor
,
"
Charlie
said
,
laughing
.
"
It
’
s
a
good
thing
he
’
s
happily
married
.
A
lot
of
the
nurses
at
the
hospital
have
a
hard
time
concentrating
on
their
work
with
him
around
.
"
We
lapsed
back
into
silence
as
we
finished
eating
.
He
cleared
the
table
while
I
started
on
the
dishes
.
He
went
back
to
the
TV
,
and
after
I
finished
washing
the
dishes
by
hand
-
no
dishwasher
-
I
went
upstairs
unwillingly
to
work
on
my
math
homework
.
I
could
feel
a
tradition
in
the
making
.
That
night
it
was
finally
quiet
.
I
fell
asleep
quickly
,
exhausted
.
The
rest
of
the
week
was
uneventful
.
I
got
used
to
the
routine
of
my
classes
.
By
Friday
I
was
able
to
recognize
,
if
not
name
,
almost
all
the
students
at
school
.
In
Gym
,
the
kids
on
my
team
learned
not
to
pass
me
the
ball
and
to
step
quickly
in
front
of
me
if
the
other
team
tried
to
take
advantage
of
my
weakness
.
I
happily
stayed
out
of
their
way
.
Edward
Cullen
didn
’
t
come
back
to
school
.
Every
day
,
I
watched
anxiously
until
the
rest
of
the
Cullens
entered
the
cafeteria
without
him
.
Then
I
could
relax
and
join
in
the
lunchtime
conversation
.
Mostly
it
centered
around
a
trip
to
the
La
Push
Ocean
Park
in
two
weeks
that
Mike
was
putting
together
.
I
was
invited
,
and
I
had
agreed
to
go
,
more
out
of
politeness
than
desire
.
Beaches
should
be
hot
and
dry
.
By
Friday
I
was
perfectly
comfortable
entering
my
Biology
class
,
no
longer
worried
that
Edward
would
be
there
.
For
all
I
knew
,
he
had
dropped
out
of
school
.
I
tried
not
to
think
about
him
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
totally
suppress
the
worry
that
I
was
responsible
for
his
continued
absence
,
ridiculous
as
it
seemed
.
My
first
weekend
in
Forks
passed
without
incident
.
Charlie
,
unused
to
spending
time
in
the
usually
empty
house
,
worked
most
of
the
weekend
.
I
cleaned
the
house
,
got
ahead
on
my
homework
,
and
wrote
my
mom
more
bogusly
cheerful
e
-
mail
.
I
did
drive
to
the
library
Saturday
,
but
it
was
so
poorly
stocked
that
I
didn
’
t
bother
to
get
a
card
;
I
would
have
to
make
a
date
to
visit
Olympia
or
Seattle
soon
and
find
a
good
bookstore
.
I
wondered
idly
what
kind
of
gas
mileage
the
truck
got
.
.
.
and
shuddered
at
the
thought
.
