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           Youwouldn’thappentoknowwhereIcouldgetmyhandsonamastercylinderfora1986VolkswagenRabbit?"headdedjokingly.Hehadapleasant,huskyvoice.

           "Sorry,"Ilaughed,"Ihaven’tseenanylately,butI’llkeepmyeyesopenforyou."AsifIknewwhatthatwas.Hewasveryeasytotalkwith.

           Heflashedabrilliantsmile,lookingatmeappreciativelyinawayIwaslearningtorecognize.Iwasn’ttheonlyonewhonoticed.

           "YouknowBella,Jacob?"Laurenasked-inwhatIimaginedwasaninsolenttone-fromacrossthefire.

           "We’vesortofknowneachothersinceIwasborn,"helaughed,smilingatmeagain.

           "Hownice."Shedidn’tsoundlikeshethoughtitwasniceatall,andherpale,fishyeyesnarrowed.

           "Bella,"shecalledagain,watchingmyfacecarefully,"IwasjustsayingtoTylerthatitwastoobadnoneoftheCullenscouldcomeouttoday.Didn’tanyonethinktoinvitethem?"Herexpressionofconcernwasunconvincing.

           "YoumeanDr.CarlisleCullen’sfamily?"thetall,olderboyaskedbeforeIcouldrespond,muchtoLauren’sirritation.Hewasreallyclosertoamanthanaboy,andhisvoicewasverydeep.

           "Yes,doyouknowthem?"sheaskedcondescendingly,turninghalfwaytowardhim.

           "TheCullensdon’tcomehere,"hesaidinatonethatclosedthesubject,ignoringherquestion.

           Tyler,tryingtowinbackherattention,askedLauren’sopiniononaCDheheld.Shewasdistracted.

           Istaredatthedeep-voicedboy,takenaback,buthewaslookingawaytowardthedarkforestbehindus.