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  ”where did you find it?”
  ”do you remember billy bla at la push?” la push is the tiny indian
  reservatio.
  ”no.”
  ”he used to go fishing with us during the summer,” charlie prompted.
  that would explain why i didn't remember him. i do a good job of blog
  paihings from my memory.
  ”he's in a wheelow,” charlie ued when i didn't respond, ”so
  he 't drive anymore, ao sell me his truck cheap.”
  ”what year is it?” i could see from his ge of expression that this
  was the question he ing i wouldn't ask.
  ”well, billy's do of work on the e's only a few years
  old, really.”
  i hoped he didn't think so little of me as to believe i would give up
  that easily. ”whe?”
  ”he bought it in 1984, i think.”
  ”did he buy it new?”
  ”well, no. i think it was he early sixties — or late fifties at
  the earliest,” he admitted sheepishly.
  ”ch — dad, i don't really know anything about cars. i wouldo
  fix it if a wrong, and i 't afford a meic…”
  ”really, bella, the thing ruhey don't build them like that
  anymore.”
  the thing, i thought to myself… it had possibilities — as a
  the very least.
  ”ho is cheap?” after all, that art i 't ise
  on.
  ”well, honey, i kind ht it for you. as a homeing gift.”
  charlie peeked sideways at me eful expression.
  wow. free.
  ”you dido do that, dad. i was going to buy myself a car.”
  ”i don't mind. i want you to be happy here.” he was lookihe
  road whehis. charlie wasn't fortable with expressing his
  emotions out loud. i i from him. so i was lht
  ahead as i responded.
  ”that's really hanks. i really appreciate it.” o add
  that my being happy in forks is an impossibility. he dido
  suffer along with me. and i never looked a free tru the mouth — or
  engine.
  ”well, now, you're welumbled, embarrassed by my thanks.
  we exged a few more eher, et, and that
  retty much it for versatioared out the windows in silence.
  it was beautiful, of course; i 't dehing was green:
  the trees, their truh moss, their branging with a
  opy of it, the grouh ferhe air filtered down
  greenly through the leaves.
  it was too green — a.
  eve to charlie's. he still lived in the small,
  two-bedroom house that he'd bought with my mother in the early days of
  their marriage. those were the only kind of days their marriage had — the
  early ohere, parked o in frohat never
  ged, ell, ruck. it was a faded red color,
  with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous y intense surprise, i
  loved it. i didn't know if it would run, but i yself in it.
  plus, it was ohose solid iron affairs that s damaged —
  the kihe s at, paint unscratched,
  surrouhe pieces n car it had destroyed.
  ”wow, dad, i love it! thanks!” now my horrifiorrow would be just
  that much less dreadful. i wouldn't be faced with the choice of either
  walking two miles io school or ag a ride in the
  chief's cruiser.
  ”i'm glad you like it,” charlie said gruffly, embarrassed again.
  it took oo get all my stuff upstairs. i got the west
  bedroom that faced out over the front yard. the room was familiar; it had
  beeo me since i was born. the woht blue
  walls, the peaked g, the yellowed las around the window —
  these art of my childhood. the only ges charlie had ever
  made were switg the crib for a bed and adding a desk as i grew. the
  desk now held a sed puter, with the phohe modem
  stapled along the