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           "That’sright."Ifakedaninnocentexpression."Hedoesn’tliketheCullens."

           "Superstitiousoldman,"Jacobmutteredunderhisbreath.

           "Youdon’tthinkhe’dsayanythingtoCharlie?"Icouldn’thelpasking,thewordscomingoutinalowrush.

           Jacobstaredatmeforamoment,andIcouldn’treadtheexpressioninhisdarkeyes."Idoubtit,"hefinallyanswered."IthinkCharliechewedhimoutprettygoodlasttime.Theyhaven’tspokenmuchsince-tonightissortofareunion,Ithink.Idon’tthinkhe’dbringitupagain."

           "Oh,"Isaid,tryingtosoundindifferent.

           IstayedinthefrontroomafterIcarriedthefoodouttoCharlie,pretendingtowatchthegamewhileJacobchatteredatme.Iwasreallylisteningtothemen’sconversation,watchingforanysignthatBillywasabouttoratmeout,tryingtothinkofwaystostophimifhebegan.

           Itwasalongnight.Ihadalotofhomeworkthatwasgoingundone,butIwasafraidtoleaveBillyalonewithCharlie.Finally,thegameended.

           "Areyouandyourfriendscomingbacktothebeachsoon?"Jacobaskedashepushedhisfatheroverthelipofthethreshold.

           "I’mnotsure,"Ihedged.

           "Thatwasfun,Charlie,"Billysaid.

           "Comeupforthenextgame,"Charlieencouraged.

           "Sure,sure,"Billysaid."We’llbehere.Haveagoodnight."Hiseyesshiftedtomine,andhissmiledisappeared."Youtakecare,Bella,"headdedseriously.

           "Thanks,"Imuttered,lookingaway.

           IheadedforthestairswhileCharliewavedfromthedoorway.

           "Wait,Bella,"hesaid.

           Icringed.