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Chapter 7
Whichleftmewithlittleinthewayofdistractions.Ihadfishmarinatingfordinner,withasaladandbreadleftoverfromthenightbefore,sotherewasnothingtodothere.Ispentafocusedhalfhouronhomework,butthenIwasthroughwiththat,too.Icheckedmye-mail,readingthebacklogoflettersfrommymother,gettingsnippierastheyprogressedtothepresent.Isighedandtypedaquickresponse.
Mom,
Sorry.I’vebeenout.Iwenttothebeachwithsomefriends.AndIhadtowriteapaper.
Myexcuseswerefairlypathetic,soIgaveuponthat.
It’ssunnyoutsidetoday-Iknow,I’mshocked,too-soI’mgoingtogooutsideandsoakupasmuchvitaminDasIcan.Iloveyou,
Bella.
Idecidedtokillanhourwithnon-school-relatedreading.IhadasmallcollectionofbooksthatcamewithmetoForks,theshabbiestvolumebeingacompilationoftheworksofJaneAusten.Iselectedthatoneandheadedtothebackyard,grabbingaraggedoldquiltfromthelinencupboardatthetopofthestairsonmywaydown.
OutsideinCharlie’ssmall,squareyard,Ifoldedthequiltinhalfandlaiditoutofthereachofthetrees’shadowsonthethicklawnthatwouldalwaysbeslightlywet,nomatterhowlongthesunshone.Ilayonmystomach,crossingmyanklesintheair,flippingthroughthedifferentnovelsinthebook,tryingtodecidewhichwouldoccupymymindthemostthoroughly.MyfavoriteswerePrideandPrejudiceandSenseandSensibility.
