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A chair scooted from the table； scraping loudly across the floor。 I pictured Charlie getting up； there was
no way Alice would make that kind of noise。 The faucet ran； splashing against a dish。
It didn't sound like they were going to say anything more about Edward； so I decided it was time to
wake up。
I turned over； bouncing against the springs to make them squeak。 Then I yawned loudly。
All was quiet in the kitchen。
I stretched and groaned。
〃Alice？〃 I asked innocently； the soreness rasping in my throat added nicely to the charade。
〃I'm in the kitchen； Bella；〃 Alice called； no hint in her voice that she suspected my eavesdropping。 But she
was good at hiding things like that。
Charlie had to leave then—he was helping Sue Clearwater with the funeral arrangements。 It would have
been a very long day without Alice。 She never spoke about leaving； and I didn't ask her。 I knew it was
inevitable； but I put it out of my mind。
Instead； we talked about her family—all but one。
Carlisle was working nights in Ithaca and teaching part time at Cornell。 Esme was restoring a seventeenth
century house； a historical monument； in the forest north of the city。 Emmett and Rosalie had gone to
Europe for a few months on another honeymoon； but they were back now。 Jasper was at Cornell； too；
studying philosophy this time。 And Alice had been doing some personal research； concerning the
information I'd accidentally uncovered for her last spring。 She'd successfully tracked down the asylum
where she'd spent the last years of her human life。 The life she had no memory of。
〃My name was Mary Alice Brandon；〃 she told me quietly。 〃I had a little sister named Cynthia。 Her
daughter—my niece—is still alive in Biloxi。〃
〃Did you find out why they put you in… that place？〃 What would drive parents to that extreme？ Even if
their daughter saw visions of the future…
She just shook her head； her topaz eyes thoughtful。 〃I couldn't find much about them。 I went through all
the old newspapers on microfiche。 My family wasn't mentioned often； they weren't part of the social
circle that made the papers。 My parents' engagement was there； and Cynthia's。〃 The name fell uncertainly
from her tongue。 〃My birth was announced… and my death。 I found my grave。 I also filched my
admissions sheet from the old asylum archives。 The date on the admission and the date on my tombstone
are the same。〃
I didn't know what to say； and； after a short pause； Alice moved on to lighter topics。
The Cullens were reassembled now； with the one exception； spending Cornell's spring break in Denali
with Tanya and her family。 I listened too eagerly to even the most trivial news。 She never mentioned the
one I was most interested in； and for that I was grateful。 It was enough to listen to the stories of the family
I'd once dreamed of belonging to。
Charlie didn't get back until after dark； and he looked more worn than he had the night before。 He would
be headed back to the reservation first thing in the morning for Harry's funeral； so he turned in early。 I
stayed on the couch with Alice again。
Charlie was almost a stranger when he came down the stairs before the sun was up； wearing an old suit
I'd never seen him in before。 The jacket hung open； I guessed it was too tight to fasten the buttons。 His
tie was a bit wide for the current style。 He tiptoed to the door； trying not to wake us up。 I let him go；
pretending to sleep； as Alice did on the recliner。
As soon as he was out the door； Alice sat up。 Under the quilt； she was fully dressed。
〃So； what are we doing today？〃 she asked。
〃I don't know—do you see anything interesting happening？〃
She smiled and shook her head。 〃But it's still early。〃
All the time I'd been spending in La Push meant a pile of things I'd been neglecting at home； and I
decided to catch up on my chores。 I wanted to do something； anything that might make life easier for
Charlie—maybe it would make him feel just a little better to e home to a clean； organized house。 I
started with the bathroom—it showed the most signs of neglect。
While I worked； Alice leaned against the doorjamb and asked nonchalant questions about my； well； our
high school friends and what they been up to since she'd left。 Her face stayed casual and emotionless； but
I sensed her disapproval when she realized how little I could tell her。 Or maybe I just had a guilty
conscience after eavesdropping on her conversation with Charlie yesterday morning。
I was literally up to my elbows in et； scrubbing the floor of the bathtub； when the doorbell rang。
I looked to Alice at once； and her expression was perplexed； almost worried； which was strange； Alice
was never taken by surprise。
〃Hold on！〃 I shouted in the general direction of the front door； getting up and hurrying to the sink to rinse
my arms off。
〃Bella；〃 Alice said with a trace of frustration in her voice； 〃I have a fairly good guess who that might be；
and I think I'd better step out。〃
〃Guess？〃 I echoed。 Since when did Alice have to guess anything？
〃If this is a repeat of my egregious lapse in foresight yesterday； then it's most likely Jacob Black or one of
his… friends。〃
I stared at her； putting it together。 〃You can't see werewolves？〃
She grimaced。 〃So it would seem。〃 She was obviously annoyed by this fact—very annoyed。
The doorbell rang again—buzzing twice quickly and impatiently。
〃You don't have go anywhere； Alice。 You were here first。〃
She laughed her silvery little laugh—it had a dark edge。 〃Trust me—it wouldn't be a good idea to have
me and Jacob Black in a room together。〃
She kissed my cheek swiftly before she vanished through Charlie's door—and out his back window； no
doubt。
The doorbell rang again。
18。 THE FUNERAL
I SPRINTED DOWN THE STAIRS AND THREW THE DOOR open。
It was Jacob； of course。 Even blind； Alice wasn't slow。
He was standing about six feet back from the door； his nose wrinkled in distaste； but his face otherwise
smooth—masklike。 He didn't fool me； I could see the faint trembling of his hands。
Hostility rolled o