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           Butthenthewaitressstrodearoundthepartitionwithmyfood.Irealizedwe’dbeenunconsciouslyleaningtowardeachotheracrossthetable,becausewebothstraightenedupassheapproached.Shesetthedishinfrontofme-itlookedprettygood-andturnedquicklytoEdward.

           "Didyouchangeyourmind?"sheasked."Isn’tthereanythingIcangetyou?"Imayhavebeenimaginingthedoublemeaninginherwords.

           "No,thankyou,butsomemoresodawouldbenice."Hegesturedwithalongwhitehandtotheemptycupsinfrontofme.

           "Sure."Sheremovedtheemptyglassesandwalkedaway.

           "Youweresaying?"heasked.

           "I’lltellyouaboutitinthecar.If..."Ipaused.

           "Thereareconditions?"Heraisedoneeyebrow,hisvoiceominous.

           "Idohaveafewquestions,ofcourse."

           "Ofcourse."

           ThewaitresswasbackwithtwomoreCokes.Shesatthemdownwithoutawordthistime,andleftagain.

           Itookasip.

           "Well,goahead,"hepushed,hisvoicestillhard.

           Istartedwiththemostundemanding.OrsoIthought."WhyareyouinPortAngeles?"

           Helookeddown,foldinghislargehandstogetherslowlyonthetable.Hiseyesflickeredupatmefromunderhislashes,thehintofasmirkonhisface.

           "Next."

           "Butthat’stheeasiestone,"Iobjected.

           "Next,"herepeated.

           Ilookeddown,frustrated.Iunrolledmysilverware,pickedupmyfork,andcarefullyspearedaravioli.Iputitinmymouthslowly,stilllookingdown,chewingwhileIthought.Themushroomsweregood.IswallowedandtookanothersipofCokebeforeIlookedup.

           "Okay,then."Iglaredathim,andcontinuedslowly.