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           IcaughtmyselfwhistlingwhileIwaspullingthefrontpartofmyhairbackintoabarrette,andlateragainasIskippeddownthestairs.Charlienoticed.

           "You’recheerfulthismorning,"hecommentedoverbreakfast.

           Ishrugged."It’sFriday."

           IhurriedsoIwouldbereadytogothesecondCharlieleft.Ihadmybagready,shoeson,teethbrushed,buteventhoughIrushedtothedoorassoonasIwassureCharliewouldbeoutofsight,Edwardwasfaster.Hewaswaitinginhisshinycar,windowsdown,engineoff.

           Ididn’thesitatethistime,climbinginthepassengersidequickly,thesoonertoseehisface.Hegrinnedhiscrookedsmileatme,stoppingmybreathandmyheart.Icouldn’timaginehowanangelcouldbeanymoreglorious.Therewasnothingabouthimthatcouldbeimprovedupon.

           "Howdidyousleep?"heasked.Iwonderedifhehadanyideahowappealinghisvoicewas.

           "Fine.Howwasyournight?"

           "Pleasant."Hissmilewasamused;IfeltlikeIwasmissinganinsidejoke.

           "CanIaskwhatyoudid?"Iasked.

           "No."Hegrinned."Todayisstillmine."

           Hewantedtoknowaboutpeopletoday:moreaboutRen¨¦e,herhobbies,whatwe’ddoneinourfreetimetogether.AndthentheonegrandmotherI’d

           known,myfewschoolfriends-embarrassingmewhenheaskedaboutboysI’ddated.IwasrelievedthatI’dneverreallydatedanyone,sothatparticularconversationcouldn’tlastlong.HeseemedassurprisedasJessicaandAngelabymylackofromantichistory.