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           "Howaboutyou,Charlie?"IcalledovermyshoulderasIfledaroundthecorner.

           "Sure,"hereplied,hisvoicemovinginthedirectionofthefrontroomandtheTV.IcouldhearBilly’schairfollow.

           ThegrilledcheesesandwicheswereinthefryingpanandIwasslicingupatomatowhenIsensedsomeonebehindme.

           "So,howarethings?"Jacobasked.

           "Prettygood."Ismiled.Hisenthusiasmwashardtoresist."Howaboutyou?Didyoufinishyourcar?"

           "No."Hefrowned."Istillneedparts.Weborrowedthatone."Hepointedwithhisthumbinthedirectionofthefrontyard.

           "Sorry.Ihaven’tseenany...whatwasityouwerelookingfor?"

           "Mastercylinder."Hegrinned."Issomethingwrongwiththetruck?"headdedsuddenly.

           "No."

           "Oh.Ijustwonderedbecauseyouweren’tdrivingit."

           Istareddownatthepan,pullinguptheedgeofasandwichtocheckthebottomside."Igotaridewithafriend."

           "Niceride."Jacob’svoicewasadmiring."Ididn’trecognizethedriver,though.IthoughtIknewmostofthekidsaroundhere."

           Inoddednoncommittally,keepingmyeyesdownasIflippedsandwiches.

           "Mydadseemedtoknowhimfromsomewhere."

           "Jacob,couldyouhandmesomeplates?They’reinthecupboardoverthesink."

           "Sure."

           Hegottheplatesinsilence.Ihopedhewouldletitdropnow.

           "Sowhowasit?"heasked,settingtwoplatesonthecounternexttome.

           Isighedindefeat."EdwardCullen."

           Tomysurprise,helaughed.Iglancedupathim.Helookedalittleembarrassed.

           "Guessthatexplainsit,then,"hesaid."Iwonderedwhymydadwasactingsostrange."