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           Mikewasanimatedagain,puttingagreatdealoftrustinthelocalweathermanwhopromisedsuntomorrow.I’dhavetoseethatbeforeIbelievedit.Butitwaswarmertoday-almostsixty.Maybetheoutingwouldn’tbecompletelymiserable.

           IinterceptedafewunfriendlyglancesfromLaurenduringlunch,whichIdidn’tunderstanduntilwewereallwalkingoutoftheroomtogether.Iwasrightbehindher,justafootfromherslick,silverblondhair,andshewasevidentlyunawareofthat.

           "...don’tknowwhyBella"-shesneeredmyname-"doesn’tjustsitwiththeCullensfromnowon."

           IheardhermutteringtoMike.I’dnevernoticedwhatanunpleasant,nasalvoiceshehad,andIwassurprisedbythemaliceinit.Ireallydidn’tknowherwellatall,certainlynotwellenoughforhertodislikeme-orsoI’dthought."She’smyfriend;shesitswithus,"Mikewhisperedbackloyally,butalsoabitterritorially.IpausedtoletJessandAngelapassme.Ididn’twanttohearanymore.

           Thatnightatdinner,CharlieseemedenthusiasticaboutmytriptoLaPushinthemorning.Ithinkhefeltguiltyforleavingmehomealoneontheweekends,buthe’dspenttoomanyyearsbuildinghishabitstobreakthemnow.Ofcourseheknewthenamesofallthekidsgoing,andtheirparents,andtheirgreat-grandparents,too,probably.Heseemedtoapprove.IwonderedifhewouldapproveofmyplantoridetoSeattlewithEdwardCullen.NotthatIwasgoingtotellhim.