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           "Soyouaretryingtoirritatemetodeath?SinceTyler’svandidn’tdothejob?"

           Angerflashedinhistawnyeyes.Hislipspressedintoahardline,allsignsofhumorgone.

           "Bella,youareutterlyabsurd,"hesaid,hislowvoicecold.

           Mypalmstingled-Iwantedsobadlytohitsomething.Iwassurprisedatmyself.Iwasusuallyanonviolentperson.Iturnedmybackandstartedtowalkaway.

           "Wait,"hecalled.Ikeptwalking,sloshingangrilythroughtherain.Buthewasnexttome,easilykeepingpace.

           "I’msorry,thatwasrude,"hesaidaswewalked.Iignoredhim."I’mnotsayingitisn’ttrue,"hecontinued,"butitwasrudetosayit,anyway."

           "Whywon’tyouleavemealone?"Igrumbled.

           "Iwantedtoaskyousomething,butyousidetrackedme,"hechuckled.Heseemedtohaverecoveredhisgoodhumor.

           "Doyouhaveamultiplepersonalitydisorder?"Iaskedseverely.

           "You’redoingitagain."

           Isighed."Finethen.Whatdoyouwanttoask?"

           "Iwaswonderingif,aweekfromSaturday-youknow,thedayofthespringdance-"

           "Areyoutryingtobefunny?"Iinterruptedhim,wheelingtowardhim.MyfacegotdrenchedasIlookedupathisexpression.

           Hiseyeswerewickedlyamused."Willyoupleaseallowmetofinish?"

           Ibitmylipandclaspedmyhandstogether,interlockingmyfingers,soIcouldn’tdoanythingrash.

           "IheardyousayyouweregoingtoSeattlethatday,andIwaswonderingifyouwantedaride."

           Thatwasunexpected.

           "What?"Iwasn’tsurewhathewasgettingat.

           "DoyouwantaridetoSeattle?"

           "Withwho?"Iasked,mystified.