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           Charliedroppedhisfork.

           "Dr.Cullen’splace?"heaskedinastonishment.

           Ipretendednottonoticehisreaction."Yeah."

           "Whatwereyoudoingthere?"Hehadn’tpickedhisforkbackup.

           "Well,IsortofhaveadatewithEdwardCullentonight,andhewantedtointroducemetohisparents...Dad?"

           ItappearedthatCharliewashavingananeurysm.

           "Dad,areyouallright?"

           "YouaregoingoutwithEdwardCullen?"hethundered.

           Uh-oh."IthoughtyoulikedtheCullens."

           "He’stoooldforyou,"heranted.

           "We’rebothjuniors,"Icorrected,thoughhewasmorerightthanhedreamed.

           "Wait..."Hepaused."WhichoneisEdwin?"

           "Edwardistheyoungest,theonewiththereddishbrownhair."Thebeautifulone,thegodlikeone...

           "Oh,well,that’s"-hestruggled-"better,Iguess.Idon’tlikethelookofthatbigone.I’msurehe’saniceboyandall,buthelookstoo...matureforyou.IsthisEdwinyourboyfriend?"

           "It’sEdward,Dad."

           "Ishe?"

           "Sortof,Iguess."

           "Yousaidlastnightthatyouweren’tinterestedinanyoftheboysintown."Buthepickeduphisforkagain,soIcouldseetheworstwasover.

           "Well,Edwarddoesn’tliveintown,Dad."

           Hegavemeadisparaginglookashechewed.

           "And,anyways,"Icontinued,"it’skindofatanearlystage,youknow.Don’tembarrassmewithalltheboyfriendtalk,okay?"

           "Whenishecomingover?"

           "He’llbehereinafewminutes."

           "Whereishetakingyou?"

           Igroanedloudly."Ihopeyou’regettingtheSpanishInquisitionoutofyoursystemnow.We’regoingtoplaybaseballwithhisfamily."