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"
That
’
s
really
nice
,
Dad
.
Thanks
.
I
really
appreciate
it
.
"
No
need
to
addthat
my
being
happy
in
Forks
is
an
impossibility
.
He
didn
’
t
need
to
suffer
along
with
me
.
And
I
never
looked
a
free
truck
in
the
mouth
-
or
engine
.
"
Well
,
now
,
you
’
re
welcome
,
"
he
mumbled
,
embarrassed
by
my
thanks
.
We
exchanged
a
few
more
comments
on
the
weather
,
which
was
wet
,
and
that
was
pretty
much
it
for
Conversation
.
We
stared
out
the
windows
in
silence
.
It
was
beautiful
,
of
course
;
I
couldn
’
t
deny
that
.
Everything
was
green
:
the
trees
,
their
trunks
covered
with
moss
,
their
branches
hanging
with
a
canopy
of
it
,
the
ground
covered
with
ferns
.
Even
the
air
filtered
down
greenly
through
the
leaves
.
It
was
too
green
-
an
alien
planet
.
Eventually
we
made
it
to
Charlie
’
s
.
He
still
lived
in
the
small
,
two
-
bedroom
house
that
he
’
d
bought
with
my
mother
in
the
early
days
of
their
marriage
.
Those
were
the
only
kind
of
days
their
marriage
had
-
the
early
ones
.
There
,
parked
on
the
street
in
front
of
the
house
that
never
changed
,
was
my
new
-
well
,
new
to
me
-
truck
.
It
was
a
faded
red
color
,
with
big
,
rounded
fenders
and
a
bulbous
cab
.
To
my
intense
surprise
,
I
loved
it
.
I
didn
’
t
know
if
it
would
run
,
but
I
could
see
myself
in
it
.
Plus
,
it
was
one
of
those
solid
iron
affairs
that
never
gets
damaged
-
the
kind
you
see
at
the
scene
of
an
accident
,
paint
unscratched
,
surrounded
by
the
pieces
of
the
foreign
car
it
had
destroyed
.
"
Wow
,
Dad
,
I
love
it
!
Thanks
!
"
Now
my
horrific
day
tomorrow
would
be
just
that
much
less
dreadful
.
I
wouldn
’
t
be
faced
with
the
choice
of
either
walking
two
miles
in
the
rain
to
school
or
accepting
a
ride
in
the
Chief
’
s
cruiser
.
"
I
’
m
glad
you
like
it
,
"
Charlie
said
gruffly
,
embarrassed
again
.
It
took
only
one
trip
to
get
all
my
stuff
upstairs
.
I
got
the
west
bedroom
that
faced
out
over
the
front
yard
.
The
room
was
familiar
;
it
had
been
belonged
to
me
since
I
was
born
.
The
wooden
floor
,
the
light
blue
walls
,
the
peaked
ceiling
,
the
yellowed
lace
curtains
around
the
window
-
these
were
all
a
part
of
my
childhood
.
The
only
changes
Charlie
had
ever
made
were
switching
the
crib
for
a
bed
and
adding
a
desk
as
I
grew
.
The
desk
now
held
a
secondhand
computer
,
with
the
phone
line
for
the
modem
stapled
along
the
floor
to
the
nearest
phone
jack
.
This
was
a
stipulation
from
my
mother
,
so
that
we
could
stay
in
touch
easily
.
The
rocking
chair
from
my
baby
days
was
still
in
the
corner
.
