分节阅读_17

  pr.
  ”not really,” i aly, instead to be normal
  like everyone else. i was still trying to dislodge the stupid feeling of
  suspid i 't trate.
  ”you don't like the cold.” it wasn't a question.
  ”or the wet.”
  ”forks must be a difficult place for you to live,” he mused.
  ”you have tered darkly.
  he looked fasated by what i said, for some reason i 't imagine.
  his face was such a distra that i tried not to look at it any more
  than courtesy absolutely demanded.
  ”why did you e here, then?”
  no one had asked me that — nht out like he did, demanding.
  ”it's… plicated.”
  ”i think i keep up,” he pressed.
  i paused f moment, ahe mistake of meeting his
  gaze. his dark gold eyes e, ahout thinking.
  ”my mot remarried,” i said.
  ”that doesn't sound so plex,” he disagreed, but he was suddenly
  sympatheti did that happen?”
  ”last september.” my voided sad, even to me.
  ”and you don't like him,” edward surmised, his toill kind.
  ”no, phil is fioo you niough.”
  ”why didn't you stay with them?”
  i 't fathom his i he ued to stare at me with
  peing eyes, as if my dull life's story was somehow vitally
  important.
  ”phil travels a lot. he plays ball f.” i half-smiled.
  ”have i heard of him?” he asked, smiling in response.
  ”probably not. he doesn't play well. striue. he moves
  around a lot.”
  ”and your mother sehat she could travel with him.” he
  said it as an assumption again, ion.
  my raised a frao, she did not se myself.”
  his eyebrows kher. ”i don't uaed, and he
  seemed unnecessarily frustrated by that fact.
  i sighed. laining this to him? he ued to stare at me
  with obvious curiosity.
  ”she stayed with me at first, but she missed him. it made her unhappy… so
  i decided it was time to spey time with charlie.” my voice
  was glum by the time i finished.
  ”but now you're unhappy,” he poi.
  ”and?” i ged.
  ”that doesn't seem fair.” he shrugged, but his eyes were still intense.
  i laughed without humor. ”hasn't aold you? life isn't fair.”
  ”i believe i have heard that somewhere befreed dryly.
  ”so that's all,” i insisted, w why he was still staring at me
  that way.
  his gaze became appraising. ”you put on a good show,” he said slowly.
  ”but i'd be willi you're sufferiha anyone
  see.”
  i grimaced at him, resisting the impulse to stiy tongue like a
  five-year-old, and looked away.
  ”am i wrong?”
  i tried to ignore him.
  ”i didn't think so,” he murmured smugly.
  ”why does it matter to you?” i asked, irritated. i kept my eyes away,
  watg the teacher make his rounds.
  ”that's a very good questioered, so quietly that i wondered if
  he was talking to himself. however, after a few seds of silence, i
  decided that was the only answer i was goi.
  i sighed, sg at the blackboard.
  ”am i annoying you?” he asked. he sounded amused.
  i gla him without thinking… and tain. ”not
  exactly. i'm more a myself. my face is so easy to read — my
  mother always calls me her open book.” i frowned.
  ”orary, i find you very difficult to read.” despite everything
  that i'd said and he'd guessed, he sou it.
  ”you must be a good reader then,” i replied.
  ”usually.” he smiled widely, flashi of perfect, ultrawhite teeth.
  mr. bahe class to order then, ah relief to