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           Thedooropenedagain,andthecoldwindsuddenlygustedthroughtheroom,rustlingthepapersonthedesk,swirlingmyhairaroundmyface.Thegirlwhocameinmerelysteppedtothedesk,placedanoteinthewirebasket,andwalkedoutagain.ButEdwardCullen’sbackstiffened,andheturnedslowlytoglareatme-hisfacewasabsurdlyhandsome-withpiercing,hate-filledeyes.Foraninstant,Ifeltathrillofgenuinefear,raisingthehaironmyarms.Thelookonlylastedasecond,butitchilledmemorethanthefreezingwind.Heturnedbacktothereceptionist.

           "Nevermind,then,"hesaidhastilyinavoicelikevelvet."Icanseethatit’simpossible.Thankyousomuchforyourhelp."Andheturnedonhisheelwithoutanotherlookatme,anddisappearedoutthedoor.

           Iwentmeeklytothedesk,myfacewhiteforonceinsteadofred,andhandedherthesignedslip.

           "Howdidyourfirstdaygo,dear?"thereceptionistaskedmaternally.

           "Fine,"Ilied,myvoiceweak.Shedidn’tlookconvinced.

           WhenIgottothetruck,itwasalmostthelastcarinthelot.Itseemedlikeahaven,alreadytheclosestthingtohomeIhadinthisdampgreenhole.Isatinsideforawhile,juststaringoutthewindshieldblankly.ButsoonIwascoldenoughtoneedtheheater,soIturnedthekeyandtheengineroaredtolife.IheadedbacktoCharlie’shouse,fightingtearsthewholewaythere.