分节阅读_36

  they weren't good.
  ”i'll just drag you back,” he threatened, guessing my plan.
  i tried to maintain what dignity i could as i got into his car. i wasn't
  very successful — i looked like a half-drow and my boots squeaked.
  ”this is pletely unnecessary,” i said stiffly.
  he didn't answer. he fiddled with the tr the heater up and
  the musi. as he pulled out lot, i aring to
  give him the sile — my fa full pout mode — but then i
  reized the musig, and my curiosity got the better of my
  iions.
  ”clair de lune?” i asked, surprised.
  ”you know debussy?” he sounded surprised, too.
  ”not well,” i admitted. ”my mother plays a lot of classical musid
  the house — i only know my favorites.”
  ”it's one of my favorites, too.” he stared h the rain, lost in
  thought.
  i listehe musig agai gray leather seat. it
  ossible o the familiar, soothihe rain
  blurred everythihe windreen smudges. i
  began to realize we were drivi; the car moved so steadily, so
  evenly, though, i didhe speed. oown flashing by gave
  it away.
  ”what is your mother like?” he asked me suddenly.
  i glao see him studyih curious eyes.
  ”she looks a lot like me, but she's prettier,” i said. he raised his
  eyebrows. ”i have too much me. she's moing than i am,
  and braver. she's irresponsible and slightly etrid she's a very
  uable cook. she's my best friend.” i stopped. talking about her
  was making me depressed.
  ”how old are you, bella?” his voided frustrated for some reason i
  't imagiopped the d i realized we were at
  charlie's house already. the rain was so heavy that i could barely see
  the house at all. it was like the car was submerged under a river.
  ”i'm seventeen,” i respole fused.
  ”you doeen.”
  his tone roachful; it made me laugh.
  ”what?” he asked, curious again.
  ”my mom always says i was born thirty-five years old and that i get more
  middle-aged every year.” i laughed, and then sighed. ”well, someone has
  to be the adult.” i paused for a sed. ”you don't seem much like a
  junih school yourself,” i noted.
  he made a fad ged the subject.
  ”so why did your mother marry phil?”
  i rised he would remember the name; i'd me once,
  almost two months ago. it took me a moment to answer.
  ”my mother… she's very ye. i think phil makes her feel
  eve any rate, she's .” i shook my head. the
  attraystery to me.
  ”do you approve?” he asked.
  ”does it matter?” i tered. ”i wao be happy… and he is who she
  wants.”
  ”that's very generous… i wonder,” he mused.
  ”what?”
  ”would she extend the same courtesy to you, do you think? no matter who
  your choice was?” he was sudde, his eyes seare.
  ”i-i think so,” i stuttered. ”but she's the pare's a
  little bit different.”
  ”oo s,” he teased.
  i grinned i do you mean by scary? multiple facial
  pierd exteoos?”
  ”that's oion, i suppose.”
  ”what's your definition?”
  but he ignored my questioher. ”do you think that i
  could be scary?” he raised one eyebrow, araile
  lightened his face.
  i thought for a momeher the truth or a lie would go
  over better. i decided to go with the truth. ”hmmm… i think you could be,
  if you wao.”
  ”are yhtehe smile vanished, and his heavenly face
  was suddenly serious.
  ”no.” but i aoo quickly. the smile returned.
  ”so, now are yo