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ancient engine。 Fiftyfive was the most I could coax out of my truck； and I prayed it would be enough。
I had no clue where the boundary line was； but I began to feel safer as I passed the first houses outside La
Push。 This must be beyond where Alice was allowed to follow。
I’d call her when I got to Angela’s this afternoon； I reasoned； so that she’d know I was fine。 There was no
reason for her to get worked up。 She didn’t need to be mad at me — Edward would be angry enough for two
when he got back。
My truck was positively wheezing by the time it grated to a stop in front of the familiar faded red house。
The lump came back to my throat as I stared at the little place that had once been my refuge。 It had been so
long since I’d been here。
Before I could cut the engine； Jacob was standing in the door； his face blank with shock。
In the sudden silence when the truckroar died； I heard him gasp。
“Bella？”
“Hey； Jake！”
“Bella！” he yelled back； and the smile I’d been waiting for stretched across his face like the sun breaking
free of the clouds。 His teeth gleamed bright against his russet skin。 “I can’t believe it！”
He ran to the truck and halfyanked me through the open door； and then we were both jumping up and
down like kids。
“How did you get here？”
“I snuck out！”
“Awesome！”
“Hey； Bella！” Billy had rolled himself into the doorway to see what all the motion was about。
“Hey； Bil —！”
Just then my air choked off — Jacob grabbed me up in a bear hug too tight to breathe and swung me
around in a circle。
“Wow； it’s good to see you here！”
“Can’t 。 。 。 breathe；” I gasped。
He laughed and put me down。
“Wele back； Bella；” he said； grinning。 And the way he said the words made it sound like wele
home。
We started walking； too keyed up to sit still in the house。 Jacob was practically bouncing as he moved； and I
had to remind him a few times that my legs weren’t ten feet long。
As we walked； I felt myself settling into another version of myself； the self I had been with Jacob。 A little
younger； a little less responsible。 Someone who might； on occasion； do something really stupid for no good
reason。
Our exuberance lasted through the first few topics of conversation： how we were doing； what we were up
to； how long I had； and what had brought me here。 When I hesitantly told him about the wolf flyer； his
bellowing laugh echoed back from the trees。
But then； as we ambled past the back of the store and shoved through the thick scrub that ringed the far
edge of First Beach； we got to the hard parts。 All too soon we had to talk about the reasons behind our long
separation； and I watched as the face of my friend hardened into the bitter mask that was already too familiar。
“So what’s the story； anyway？” Jacob asked me； kicking a piece of driftwood out of his way with too
much force。 It sailed over the sand and then clattered against the rocks。 “I mean； since the last time we 。 。 。
well； before； you know 。 。 。” He struggled for the words。 He took a deep breath and tried again。 “What I’m
asking is 。 。 。 everything is just back to the way it was before he left？ You forgave him for all of that？”
I took a deep breath。 “There was nothing to forgive。”
I wanted to skip past this part； the betrayals； the accusations； but I knew that we had to talk it through
before we’d be able to move on to anything else。
Jacob’s face puckered up like he’d just licked a lemon。 “I wish Sam had taken a picture when he found
you that night last September。 It would be exhibit A。”
“Nobody’s on trial。”
“Maybe somebody should be。”
“Not even you would blame him for leaving； if you knew the reason why。”
He glared at me for a few seconds。 “Okay；” he challenged acidly。 “Amaze me。”
His hostility was wearing on me — chafing against the raw； it hurt to have him angry with me。 It reminded
me of the bleak afternoon； long ago； when — under orders from Sam — he’d told me we couldn’t be friends。
I took a second to pose myself。
“Edward left me last fall because he didn’t think I should be hanging out with vampires。 He thought it
would be healthier for me if he left。”
Jacob did a double take。 He had to scramble for a minute。 Whatever he’d been planning to say； it clearly
no longer applied。 I was glad he didn’t know the catalyst behind Edward’s decision。 I could only imagine what
he’d think if he knew Jasper had tried to kill me。
“He came back； though； didn’t he？” Jacob muttered。 “Too bad he can’t stick to a decision。”
“If you remember； I went and got him。”
Jacob stared at me for a moment； and then he backed off。 His face relaxed； and his voice was calmer
when he spoke。
“That’s true。 So I never did get the story。 What happened？”
I hesitated； biting my lip。
“Is it a secret？” His voice took on a taunting edge。 “Are you not allowed to tell me？”
“No；” I snapped。 “It’s just a really long story。”
Jacob smiled； arrogant； and turned to walk up the beach； expecting me to follow。
It was no fun being with Jacob if he was going to act like this。 I trailed behind him automatically； not sure if
I shouldn’t turn around and leave。 I was going to have to face Alice； though； when I got home。 。 。 。 I supposed
I wasn’t in any rush。
Jacob walked to a huge； familiar piece of driftwood — an entire tree； roots and all； bleached white and
beached deep in the sand； it was our tree； in a way。
Jacob sat down on the natural bench； and patted the space next to him。
“I don’t mind long stories。 Is there any action？”
I rolled my eyes as I sat next to him。 “There’s some action；” I allowed。
“It wouldn’t be real horror without action。”
“Horror！” I scoffed。 “Can you listen； or will you be interrupting me with rude ments about my friends？
”
He pretended to lock his lips and then threw the invisible key over his shoulder。 I tried not to smile； and
failed。
“I’ll have to start with the stuff you were already there for；” I decided； working to organize the stories in
my head before I began。
Jacob raised his hand。
“Go ahead。”
“That’s good；” he said。 “I didn