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I
heard
nothing
,
but
then
Alice
stepped
through
the
front
door
and
came
toward
me
with
her
arms
held
out
.
"
May
I
?
"
she
asked
.
"
You
’
re
the
first
one
to
ask
permission
.
"
I
smiled
wryly
.
She
lifted
me
in
her
slender
arms
as
easily
as
Emmett
had
,
shielding
me
protectively
,
and
then
we
flew
out
the
door
,
leaving
the
lights
bright
behind
us
.
When
I
woke
up
I
was
confused
.
My
thoughts
were
hazy
,
still
twisted
up
in
dreams
and
nightmares
;
it
took
me
longer
than
it
should
have
to
realize
where
I
was
.
This
room
was
too
bland
to
belong
anywhere
but
in
a
hotel
.
The
bedside
lamps
,
bolted
to
the
tables
,
were
a
dead
giveaway
,
as
were
the
long
drapes
made
from
the
same
fabric
as
the
bedspread
,
and
the
generic
watercolor
prints
on
the
walls
.
I
tried
to
remember
how
I
got
here
,
but
nothing
came
at
first
.
I
did
remember
the
sleek
black
car
,
the
glass
in
the
windows
darker
than
that
on
a
limousine
.
The
engine
was
almost
silent
,
though
we
’
d
raced
across
the
black
freeways
at
more
than
twice
the
legal
speed
.
And
I
remembered
Alice
sitting
with
me
on
the
dark
leather
backseat
.
Somehow
,
during
the
long
night
,
my
head
had
ended
up
against
her
granite
neck
.
My
closeness
didn
’
t
seem
to
bother
her
at
all
,
and
her
cool
,
hard
skin
was
oddly
comforting
to
me
.
The
front
of
her
thin
cotton
shirt
was
cold
,
damp
with
the
tears
that
streamed
from
my
eyes
until
,
red
and
sore
,
they
ran
dry
.
Sleep
had
evaded
me
;
my
aching
eyes
strained
open
even
though
the
night
finally
ended
and
dawn
broke
over
a
low
peak
somewhere
in
California
.
The
gray
light
,
streaking
across
the
cloudless
sky
,
stung
my
eyes
.
But
I
couldn
’
t
close
them
;
when
I
did
,
the
images
that
flashed
all
too
vividly
,
like
still
slides
behind
my
lids
,
were
unbearable
.
Charlie
’
s
broken
expression
-
Edward
’
s
brutal
snarl
,
teeth
bared
-
Rosalie
’
s
resentful
glare
-
the
keen
-
eyed
scrutiny
of
the
tracker
-
the
dead
look
in
Edward
’
s
eyes
after
he
kissed
me
the
last
time
.
.
.
