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           Withoutthedark,we’dneverseethestars."Ifrowned."Notthatyouseethemheremuch."

           Helaughed,andthemoodabruptlylightened.

           "Charliewillbehereinafewminutes.So,unlessyouwanttotellhimthatyou’llbewithmeSaturday..."Heraisedoneeyebrow.

           "Thanks,butnothanks."Igatheredmybooks,realizingIwasstifffromsittingstillsolong."Soisitmyturntomorrow,then?"

           "Certainlynot!"Hisfacewasteasinglyoutraged."ItoldyouIwasn’tdone,didn’tI?"

           "Whatmoreisthere?"

           "You’llfindouttomorrow."Hereachedacrosstoopenmydoorforme,andhissuddenproximitysentmyheartintofrenziedpalpitations.

           Buthishandfrozeonthehandle.

           "Notgood,"hemuttered.

           "Whatisit?"Iwassurprisedtoseethathisjawwasclenched,hiseyesdisturbed.

           Heglancedatmeforabriefsecond."Anothercomplication,"hesaidglumly.

           Heflungthedooropeninoneswiftmovement,andthenmoved,almostcringed,swiftlyawayfromme.

           Theflashofheadlightsthroughtheraincaughtmyattentionasadarkcarpulleduptothecurbjustafewfeetaway,facingus.

           "Charlie’saroundthecorner,"hewarned,staringthroughthedownpourattheothervehicle.

           Ihoppedoutatonce,despitemyconfusionandcuriosity.Therainwaslouderasitglancedoffmyjacket.

           Itriedtomakeouttheshapesinthefrontseatoftheothercar,butitwastoodark.IcouldseeEdwardilluminatedintheglareofthenewcar’sheadlights;hewasstillstaringahead,hisgazelockedonsomethingorsomeoneIcouldn’tsee