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But
they
were
all
in
,
and
Edward
was
speeding
away
.
I
drove
home
slowly
,
carefully
,
muttering
to
myself
the
whole
way
.
When
I
got
home
,
I
decided
to
make
chicken
enchiladas
for
dinner
.
It
was
a
long
process
,
and
it
would
keep
me
busy
.
While
I
was
simmering
the
onions
and
chilies
,
the
phone
rang
.
I
was
almost
afraid
to
answer
it
,
but
it
might
be
Charlie
or
my
mom
.
It
was
Jessica
,
and
she
was
jubilant
;
Mike
had
caught
her
after
school
to
accept
her
invitation
.
I
celebrated
with
her
briefly
while
I
stirred
.
She
had
to
go
,
she
wanted
to
call
Angela
and
Lauren
to
tell
them
.
I
suggested
-
with
casual
innocence
-
that
maybe
Angela
,
the
shy
girl
who
had
Biology
with
me
,
could
ask
Eric
.
And
Lauren
,
a
standoffish
girl
who
had
always
ignored
me
at
the
lunch
table
,
could
ask
Tyler
;
I
’
d
heard
he
was
still
available
.
Jess
thought
that
was
a
great
idea
.
Now
that
she
was
sure
of
Mike
,
she
actually
sounded
sincere
when
she
said
she
wished
I
would
go
to
the
dance
.
I
gave
her
my
Seattle
excuse
.
After
I
hung
up
,
I
tried
to
concentrate
on
dinner
-
dicing
the
chicken
especially
;
I
didn
’
t
want
to
take
another
trip
to
the
emergency
room
.
But
my
head
was
spinning
,
trying
to
analyze
every
word
Edward
had
spoken
today
.
What
did
he
mean
,
it
was
better
if
we
weren
’
t
friends
?
My
stomach
twisted
as
I
realized
what
he
must
have
meant
.
He
must
see
how
absorbed
I
was
by
him
;
he
must
not
want
to
lead
me
on
.
.
.
so
we
couldn
’
t
even
be
friends
.
.
.
because
he
wasn
’
t
interested
in
me
at
all
.
Of
course
he
wasn
’
t
interested
in
me
,
I
thought
angrily
,
my
eyes
stinging
-
a
delayed
reaction
to
the
onions
.
I
wasn
’
t
interesting
.
And
he
was
.
Interesting
.
.
.
and
brilliant
.
.
.
and
mysterious
.
.
.
and
perfect
.
.
.
and
beautiful
.
.
.
and
possibly
able
to
lift
full
-
sized
vans
with
one
hand
.
Well
,
that
was
fine
.
I
could
leave
him
alone
.
I
would
leave
him
alone
.
I
would
get
through
my
self
-
imposed
sentence
here
in
purgatory
,
and
then
hopefully
some
school
in
the
Southwest
,
or
possibly
Hawaii
,
would
offer
me
a
scholarship
.
I
focused
my
thoughts
on
sunny
beaches
and
palm
trees
as
I
finished
the
enchiladas
and
put
them
in
the
oven
.
Charlie
seemed
suspicious
when
he
came
home
and
smelled
the
green
peppers
.
I
couldn
’
t
blame
him
-
the
closest
edible
Mexican
food
was
probably
in
southern
California
.
But
he
was
a
cop
,
even
if
just
a
small
-
town
cop
,
so
he
was
brave
enough
to
take
the
first
bite
.
He
seemed
to
like
it
.
It
was
fun
to
watch
as
he
slowly
began
trusting
me
in
the
kitchen
.
"
Dad
?
"
I
asked
when
he
was
almost
done
.
