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           ThatonegavemeadirtylookasIgotoutofthetruck,andwhisperedsomethingtoLauren.Laurenshookouthercornsilkhairandeyedmescornfully.

           Soitwasgoingtobeoneofthosedays.

           AtleastMikewashappytoseeme.

           "Youcame!"hecalled,delighted."AndIsaiditwouldbesunnytoday,didn’tI?"

           "ItoldyouIwascoming,"Iremindedhim.

           "We’rejustwaitingforLeeandSamantha...unlessyouinvitedsomeone,"Mikeadded.

           "Nope,"Iliedlightly,hopingIwouldn’tgetcaughtinthelie.Butalsowishingthatamiraclewouldoccur,andEdwardwouldappear.

           Mikelookedsatisfied.

           "Willyourideinmycar?It’sthatorLee’smom’sminivan."

           "Sure."

           Hesmiledblissfully.ItwassoeasytomakeMikehappy.

           "Youcanhaveshotgun,"hepromised.Ihidmychagrin.Itwasn’tassimpletomakeMikeandJessicahappyatthesametime.IcouldseeJessicagloweringatusnow.

           Thenumbersworkedoutinmyfavor,though.Leebroughttwoextrapeople,andsuddenlyeveryseatwasnecessary.ImanagedtowedgeJessinbetweenMikeandmeinthefrontseatoftheSuburban.Mikecouldhavebeenmoregracefulaboutit,butatleastJessseemedappeased.

           ItwasonlyfifteenmilestoLaPushfromForks,withgorgeous,densegreenforestsedgingtheroadmostofthewayandthewideQuillayuteRiversnakingbeneathittwice.IwasgladIhadthewindowseat.We’drolledthewindowsdown-theSuburbanwasabitclaustrophobicwithninepeopleinit-andItriedtoabsorbasmuchsunlightaspossible.