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would please Charlie。
Charlie seemed to already be in a good mood when he got home。 He didn’t even go out of his way to be
rude to Edward。 Edward excused himself from eating with us； as usual。 The sound of the nightly news drifted
from the front room； but I doubted Edward was really watching。
After forcing down three helpings； Charlie kicked his feet up on the spare chair and folded his hands
contentedly across his distended stomach。
“That was great； Bells。”
“I’m glad you liked it。 How was work？” He’d been eating with too much concentration for me to make
conversation before。
“Sort of slow。 Well； dead slow really。 Mark and I played cards for a good part of the afternoon；” he
admitted with a grin。 “I won； nineteen hands to seven。 And then I was on the phone with Billy for a while。”
I tried to keep my expression the same。 “How is he？”
“Good； good。 His joints are bothering him a little。”
“Oh。 That’s too bad。”
“Yeah。 He invited us down to visit this weekend。 He was thinking of having the Clearwaters and the Uleys
over too。 Sort of a playoff party。 。 。 。”
“Huh；” was my genius response。 But what could I say？ I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to hit a werewolf
party； even with parental supervision。 I wondered if Edward would have a problem with Charlie hanging out in
La Push。 Or would he suppose that； since Charlie was mostly spending time with Billy； who was only human；
my father wouldn’t be in danger？
I got up and piled the dishes together without looking at Charlie。 I dumped them into the sink and started
the water。 Edward appeared silently and grabbed a dishtowel。
Charlie sighed and gave up for the moment； though I imagined he would revisit the subject when we were
alone again。 He heaved himself to his feet and headed for the TV； just like every other night。
“Charlie；” Edward said in a conversational tone。
Charlie stopped in the middle of his little kitchen。 “Yeah？”
“Did Bella ever tell you that my parents gave her airplane tickets on her last birthday； so that she could
visit Renée？”
I dropped the plate I was scrubbing。 It glanced off the counter and clattered noisily to the floor。 It didn’t
break； but it spattered the room； and all three of us； with soapy water。 Charlie didn’t even seem to notice。
“Bella？” he asked in a stunned voice。
I kept my eyes on the plate as I retrieved it。 “Yeah； they did。”
Charlie swallowed loudly； and then his eyes narrowed as he turned back to Edward。 “No； she never
mentioned it。”
“Hmm；” Edward murmured。
“Was there a reason you brought it up？” Charlie asked in a hard voice。
Edward shrugged。 “They’re about to expire。 I think it might hurt Esme’s feelings if Bella doesn’t use her
gift。 Not that she’d say anything。”
I stared at Edward in disbelief。
Charlie thought for a minute。 “It’s probably a good idea for you to visit your mom； Bella。 She’d love that。
I’m surprised you didn’t say anything about this； though。”
“I forgot；” I admitted。
He frowned。 “You forgot that someone gave you plane tickets？”
“Mmm；” I murmured vaguely； and turned back to the sink。
“I noticed that you said they’re about to expire； Edward；” Charlie went on。 “How many tickets did your
parents give her？”
“Just one for her 。 。 。 and one for me。”
The plate I dropped this time landed in the sink； so it didn’t make as much noise。 I could easily hear the
sharp huff as my father exhaled。 The blood rushed into my face； fueled by irritation and chagrin。 Why was
Edward doing this？ I glared at the bubbles in the sink； panicking。
“That’s out of the question！” Charlie was abruptly in a rage； shouting the words。
“Why？” Edward asked； his voice saturated with innocent surprise。 “You just said it was a good idea for
her to see her mother。”
Charlie ignored him。 “You’re not going anywhere with him； young lady！” he yelled。 I spun around and he
was jabbing a finger at me。
Anger pulsed through me automatically； an instinctive reaction to his tone。
“I’m not a child； Dad。 And I’m not grounded anymore； remember？”
“Oh yes； you are。 Starting now。”
“For what？！”
“Because I said so。”
“Do I need to remind you that I’m a legal adult； Charlie？”
“This is my house — you follow my rules！”
My glare turned icy。 “If that’s how you want it。 Do you want me to move out tonight？ Or can I have a few
days to pack？”
Charlie’s face went bright red。 I instantly felt horrible for playing the move…out card。
I took a deep breath and tried to make my tone more reasonable。 “I’ll do my time without complaining
when I’ve done something wrong； Dad； but I’m not going to put up with your prejudices。”
He sputtered； but managed nothing coherent。
“Now； I know that you know that I have every right to see Mom for the weekend。 You can’t honestly tell
me you’d object to the plan if I was going with Alice or Angela。”
“Girls；” he grunted； with a nod。
“Would it bother you if I took Jacob？”
I’d only picked the name because I knew of my father’s preference for Jacob； but I quickly wished I
hadn’t； Edward’s teeth clenched together with an audible snap。
My father struggled to compose himself before he answered。 “Yes；” he said in an unconvincing voice。
“That would bother me。”
“You’re a rotten liar； Dad。”
“Bella —”
“It’s not like I’m headed off to Vegas to be a showgirl or anything。 I’m going to see Mom；” I reminded
him。 “She’s just as much my parental authority as you are。”
He threw me a withering look。
“Are you implying something about Mom’s ability to look after me？”
Charlie flinched at the threat implicit in my question。
“You’d better hope I don’t mention this to her；” I said。
“You’d better not；” he warned。 “I’m not happy about this； Bella。”
“There’s no reason for you to be upset。”
He rolled his eyes； but I could tell the storm was over。
I turned to pull the plug out of the sink。 “So my homework is done； your dinner is done； the dishes are
done； and I’m not grounded。 I’m going out。 I’ll be back before ten…thirty。”
“Where are you going？” His face； almost back to normal； flushed light red again。
“I’m not sure；” I admitted。 “I’ll keep it within a ten…mile radius； though。 Okay？”
He grunted something that did not sound like approval； and stalked out of the room。 Naturally； as soon as
I’d won the fight； I began to feel guilty。
“We’re going out？” Edward asked； his voice low but enthusiastic。
I turned to glower at him。 “Yes。 I think I’d like to speak to you alone。”
He didn’t look as apprehensive as I thought he should。
I waited to begin until we were safely in his car。
“What was that？” I demanded。
“I know you want to see your mother； Bella — you’ve been talking about her in your sleep。 Worrying
actually。”
“I have？”
He nodded。 “B