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  upset!” he pleaded. he dropped his face to the level of my
  eyes, holding my gaze. i was embarrassed. i tried to look away.
  ”you miss your mother,” he whispered. ”you worry about her. a
  rains, the sound makes you restless. you used to talk about home a lot,
  but it's less often now. once you said, 'it's too green.'” he laughed
  softly, hoping, i could see, not to offeher.
  ”anything else?” i demanded.
  he k i was getting at. ”you did say my ed.
  i sighed i. ”a lot?”
  ”how muean by 'a lot,' exactly?”
  ”oh no!” i hung my head.
  he pulled me against his chest, softly, naturally.
  ”don't be self-scious,” he whispered in my ear. ”if i at
  all, it would be about you. and i'm .”
  theh heard the souhe brick driveway, saw the
  headlights flash through the front o us. i
  stiffened in his arms.
  ”should your father know i'm here?” he asked.
  ”i'm ried to think it through quickly.
  ”ahen…”
  and i was alone.
  ”edward!” i hissed.
  i heard a ghostly chu nothing else.
  my father's key turhe door.
  ”bella?” he called. it had bothered me before; who else would it be?
  suddenly he didn't seem so far off base.
  ”in here.” i hoped he 't hear the hysterical edge to my voice. i
  grabbed my dihe mid sat at the table as he walked
  in. his footsteps sounded so noisy after my day with edward.
  ”e some of that? i'm bushed.” he stepped on the heels of his
  boots to take them off, holding the back of edward's chair for support.
  i took my food with me, sg it down as i got his di burned
  my tongue. i filled two glasses with milk while his lasaging,
  ao put out the fire. as i set the glass down, i noticed
  the milk trembling and realized my hand was shaking. charlie sat in the
  d the trast between him and its former ot was ical.
  ”thanks,” he said as i placed his food oable.
  ”how was your day?” i asked. the words were rushed; i was dying to escape
  to my room.
  ”good. the fish were biting… how about you? did you get everything done
  that you wao?”
  ” was too o stay indoors.” i to
  bite.
  ”it was a nice day,” he agreed. what aement, i thought to
  myself.
  fihe last bite of lasagna, i lifted my glass ahe
  remains of my milk.
  charlie surprised me by bei. ”in a hurry?”
  ”yeah, i'm tired. i'm going to bed early.”
  ”you look kinda keyed up,” he noted. why, oh why, did this have to be his
  night to pay attention?
  ”do i?” was all i anage in response. i quickly scrubbed my dishes
  the sink, ahem upside down on a dish towel to dry.
  ”it's saturday,” he mused.
  i didn't respond.
  ”no plans tonight?” he asked suddenly.
  ”no, dad, i just wa some sleep.”
  ”he boys in town your type, eh?” he icious, but trying
  to play it cool.
  ”he boys have caught my eye yet.” i was ot to
  over-emphasize the word boys io be truthful with charlie.
  ”i thought maybe that mike on… you said he was friendly.”
  ”he's just a friend, dad.”
  ”well, yood for them all, anyway. wait till you get to college
  t.” every father's dream, that his daughter will be out of
  the house before the hormones ki.
  ”sounds like a good idea to me,” i agreed as i headed up the stairs.
  ”'night, honey,” he called after me. no doubt he would be listening
  carefully all evening, waitio s.
  ”see you in the m, dad.” see y intht at
  midnight to e.
  i worked to make