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"
Cullen
seemed
friendly
enough
today
,
"
he
commented
as
we
shrugged
into
our
raincoats
.
He
didn
’
t
seem
pleased
about
it
.
I
tried
to
sound
indifferent
.
"
I
wonder
what
was
with
him
last
Monday
.
"
I
couldn
’
t
concentrate
on
Mike
’
s
chatter
as
we
walked
to
Gym
,
and
RE
.
didn
’
t
do
much
to
hold
my
attention
,
either
.
Mike
was
on
my
team
today
.
He
chivalrously
covered
my
position
as
well
as
his
own
,
so
my
woolgathering
was
only
interrupted
when
it
was
my
turn
to
serve
;
my
team
ducked
warily
out
of
the
way
every
time
I
was
up
.
The
rain
was
just
a
mist
as
I
walked
to
the
parking
lot
,
but
I
was
happier
when
I
was
in
the
dry
cab
I
got
the
heater
running
,
for
once
not
caring
about
the
mind
-
numbing
roar
of
the
engine
.
I
unzipped
my
jacket
,
put
the
hood
down
,
and
fluffed
my
damp
hair
out
so
the
heater
could
dry
it
on
the
way
home
.
I
looked
around
me
to
make
sure
it
was
clear
.
That
’
s
when
I
noticed
the
still
,
white
figure
.
Edward
Cullen
was
leaning
against
the
front
door
of
the
Volvo
,
three
cars
down
from
me
,
and
staring
intently
in
my
direction
.
I
swiftly
looked
away
and
threw
the
truck
into
reverse
,
almost
hitting
a
rusty
Toyota
Corolla
in
my
haste
.
Lucky
for
the
Toyota
,
I
stomped
on
the
brake
in
time
.
It
was
just
the
sort
of
car
that
my
truck
would
make
scrap
metal
of
.
I
took
a
deep
breath
,
still
looking
out
the
other
side
of
my
car
,
and
cautiously
pulled
out
again
,
with
greater
success
.
I
stared
straight
ahead
as
I
passed
the
Volvo
,
but
from
a
peripheral
peek
,
I
would
swear
I
saw
him
laughing
.
When
I
opened
my
eyes
in
the
morning
,
something
was
different
.
It
was
the
light
.
It
was
still
the
gray
-
green
light
of
a
cloudy
day
in
the
forest
,
but
it
was
clearer
somehow
.
I
realized
there
was
no
fog
veiling
my
window
.
I
jumped
up
to
look
outside
,
and
then
groaned
in
horror
.
A
fine
layer
of
snow
covered
the
yard
,
dusted
the
top
of
my
truck
,
and
whitened
the
road
.
But
that
wasn
’
t
the
worst
part
.
All
the
rain
from
yesterday
had
frozen
solid
-
coating
the
needles
on
the
trees
in
fantastic
,
gorgeous
patterns
,
and
making
the
driveway
a
deadly
ice
slick
.
I
had
enough
trouble
not
falling
down
when
the
ground
was
dry
;
it
might
be
safer
for
me
to
go
back
to
bed
now
.
