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           Iclosedmyeyes,shakingmyhead.

           "What’swrong?"

           "I’mfeelingextremelyinsignificant."

           Themusicslowed,transformingintosomethingsofter,andtomysurpriseIdetectedthemelodyofhislullabyweavingthroughtheprofusionofnotes.

           "Youinspiredthisone,"hesaidsoftly.Themusicgrewunbearablysweet.

           Icouldn’tspeak.

           "Theylikeyou,youknow,"hesaidconversationally."Esmeespecially."

           Iglancedbehindme,butthehugeroomwasemptynow.

           "Wheredidtheygo?"

           "Verysubtlygivingussomeprivacy,Isuppose."

           Isighed."Theylikeme.ButRosalieandEmmett..."Itrailedoff,notsurehowtoexpressmydoubts.

           Hefrowned."Don’tworryaboutRosalie,"hesaid,hiseyeswideandpersuasive."She’llcomearound."

           Ipursedmylipsskeptically."Emmett?"

           "Well,hethinksI’malunatic,it’strue,buthedoesn’thaveaproblemwithyou.He’stryingtoreasonwithRosalie."

           "Whatisitthatupsetsher?"Iwasn’tsureifIwantedtoknowtheanswer.

           Hesigheddeeply."Rosaliestrugglesthemostwith...withwhatweare.It’shardforhertohavesomeoneontheoutsideknowthetruth.Andshe’salittlejealous."

           "Rosalieisjealousofme?"Iaskedincredulously.ItriedtoimagineauniverseinwhichsomeoneasbreathtakingasRosaliewouldhaveanypossiblereasontofeeljealousofsomeonelikeme.

           "You’rehuman."Heshrugged."Shewishesthatshewere,too."

           "Oh,"Imuttered,stillstunned."EvenJasper,though..."

           "That’sreallymyfault,"hesaid."Itoldyouhewasthemostrecenttotryourwayoflife.