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           Andwhenitrains,thesoundmakesyourestless.Youusedtotalkabouthomealot,butit’slessoftennow.Onceyousaid,’It’stoogreen.’"Helaughedsoftly,hoping,Icouldsee,nottooffendmefurther.

           "Anythingelse?"Idemanded.

           HeknewwhatIwasgettingat."Youdidsaymyname,"headmitted.

           Isighedindefeat."Alot?"

           "Howmuchdoyoumeanby’alot,’exactly?"

           "Ohno!"Ihungmyhead.

           Hepulledmeagainsthischest,softly,naturally.

           "Don’tbeself-conscious,"hewhisperedinmyear."IfIcoulddreamatall,itwouldbeaboutyou.AndI’mnotashamedofit."

           Thenwebothheardthesoundoftiresonthebrickdriveway,sawtheheadlightsflashthroughthefrontwindows,downthehalltous.Istiffenedinhisarms.

           "ShouldyourfatherknowI’mhere?"heasked.

           "I’mnotsure..."Itriedtothinkitthroughquickly.

           "Anothertimethen..."

           AndIwasalone.

           "Edward!"Ihissed.

           Iheardaghostlychuckle,thennothingelse.

           Myfather’skeyturnedinthedoor.

           "Bella?"hecalled.Ithadbotheredmebefore;whoelsewoulditbe?Suddenlyhedidn’tseemsofaroffbase.

           "Inhere."Ihopedhecouldn’thearthehystericaledgetomyvoice.Igrabbedmydinnerfromthemicrowaveandsatatthetableashewalkedin.HisfootstepssoundedsonoisyaftermydaywithEdward.

           "Canyougetmesomeofthat?I’mbushed."Hesteppedontheheelsofhisbootstotakethemoff,holdingthebackofEdward’schairforsupport.

           Itookmyfoodwithme,scarfingitdownasIgothisdinner.Itburnedmytongue.