3 eclipse月食-第10部分

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to　throw　
himself　in　front　of　a　bullet　to　save　you　or　something。”　
I　laughed；　though　I　was　still　not　able　to　meet　her　gaze。　“That’s　a　bad　thing？”　
“No。”　She　frowned　as　she　struggled　for　the　words。　“It’s　just　different。　He’s　very　intense　about　you　。　。　。　
and　very　careful。　I　feel　like　I　don’t　really　understand　your　relationship。　Like　there’s　some　secret　I’m　missing。　。　。　
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“I　think　you’re　imagining　things；　Mom；”　I　said　quickly；　struggling　to　keep　my　voice　light。　There　was　a　
flutter　in　my　stomach。　I’d　forgotten　how　much　my　mother　saw。　Something　about　her　simple　view　of　the　world　
cut　through　all　the　distractions　and　pierced　right　to　the　truth　of　things。　This　had　never　been　a　problem　before。　
Until　now；　there　had　never　been　a　secret　I　couldn’t　tell　her。　
“It’s　not　just　him。”　She　set　her　lips　defensively。　“I　wish　you　could　see　how　you　move　around　him。”　
“What　do　you　mean？”　
“The　way　you　move　—　you　orient　yourself　around　him　without　even　thinking　about　it。　When　he　moves；　
even　a　little　bit；　you　adjust　your　position　at　the　same　time。　Like　mags　。　。　。　or　gravity。　You’re　like　a　。　。　。　
satellite；　or　something。　I’ve　never　seen　anything　like　it。”　
She　pursed　her　lips　and　stared　down。　
“Don’t　tell　me；”　I　teased；　forcing　a　smile。　“You’re　reading　mysteries　again；　aren’t　you？　Or　is　it　scifi　this　
time？”　
Renée　flushed　a　delicate　pink。　“That’s　beside　the　point。”　
“Found　anything　good？”　
“Well；　there　was　one　—　but　that　doesn’t　matter。　We’re　talking　about　you　right　now。”　
“You　should　stick　to　romance；　Mom。　You　know　how　you　freak　yourself　out。”　
Her　lips　turned　up　at　the　corners。　“I’m　being　silly；　aren’t　I？”　
For　half　a　second　I　couldn’t　answer。　Renée　was　so　easily　swayed。　Sometimes　it　was　a　good　thing；　
because　not　all　of　her　ideas　were　practical。　But　it　pained　me　to　see　how　quickly　she　caved　in　to　my　trivializing；　
especially　since　she　was　dead　right　this　time。　
She　looked　up；　and　I　controlled　my　expression。　
“Not　silly　—　just　being　a　mom。”　
She　laughed　and　then　gestured　grandly　toward　the　white　sands　stretching　to　the　blue　water。　
“And　all　this　isn’t　enough　to　get　you　to　move　back　in　with　your　silly　mom？”　
I　wiped　my　hand　dramatically　across　my　forehead；　and　then　pretended　to　wring　my　hair　out。　
“You　get　used　to　the　humidity；”　she　promised。　
“You　can　get　used　to　rain；　too；”　I　countered。　
She　elbowed　me　playfully　and　then　took　my　hand　as　we　walked　back　to　her　car。　
Other　than　her　worries　about　me；　she　seemed　happy　enough。　Content。　She　still　looked　at　Phil　with　goo　
goo　eyes；　and　that　was　forting。　Surely　her　life　was　full　and　satisfying。　Surely　she　didn’t　miss　me　that　much；　
even　now。　。　。　。　
Edward’s　icy　fingers　brushed　my　cheek。　I　looked　up；　blinking；　ing　back　to　the　present。　He　leaned　
down　and　kissed　my　forehead。　
“We’re　home；　Sleeping　Beauty。　Time　to　awake。”　
We　were　stopped　in　front　of　Charlie’s　house。　The　porch　light　was　on　and　the　cruiser　was　parked　in　the　
driveway。　As　I　examined　the　house；　I　saw　the　curtain　twitch　in　the　living　room　window；　flashing　a　line　of　yellow　
light　across　the　dark　lawn。　
I　sighed。　Of　course　Charlie　was　waiting　to　pounce。　
Edward　must　have　been　thinking　the　same　thing；　because　his　expression　was　stiff　and　his　eyes　remote　as　
he　came　to　get　my　door　for　me。　
“How　bad？”　I　asked。　
“Charlie’s　not　going　to　be　difficult；”　Edward　promised；　his　voice　level　with　no　hint　of　humor。　“He　missed　
you。”　
My　eyes　narrowed　in　doubt。　If　that　was　the　case；　then　why　was　Edward　tensed　as　if　for　a　battle？　
My　bag　was　small；　but　he　insisted　on　carrying　it　into　the　house。　Charlie　held　the　door　open　for　us。　
“Wele　home；　kid！”　Charlie　shouted　like　he　really　meant　it。　“How　was　Jacksonville？”　
“Moist。　And　buggy。”　
“So　Renée　didn’t　sell　you　on　the　University　of　Florida？”　
“She　tried。　But　I’d　rather　drink　water　than　inhale　it。”　
Charlie’s　eyes　flickered　unwillingly　to　Edward。　“Did　you　have　a　nice　time？”　
“Yes；”　Edward　answered　in　a　serene　voice。　“Renée　was　very　hospitable。”　
“That’s　。　。　。　um；　good。　Glad　you　had　fun。”　Charlie　turned　away　from　Edward　and　pulled　me　in　for　an　

unexpected　hug。　
　“Impressive；”　I　whispered　in　his　ear。　
　He　rumbled　a　laugh。　“I　really　missed　you；　Bells。　The　food　around　here　sucks　when　you’re　gone。”　
　“I’ll　get　on　it；”　I　said　as　he　let　me　go。　
　“Would　you　call　Jacob　first？　He’s　been　bugging　me　every　five　minutes　since　six　o’clock　this　morning。　I　
promised　I’d　have　you　call　him　before　you　even　unpacked。”　
　I　didn’t　have　to　look　at　Edward　to　feel　that　he　was　too　still；　too　cold　beside　me。　So　this　was　the　cause　of　
his　tension。　
　“Jacob　wants　to　talk　to　me？”　
　“Pretty　bad；　I’d　say。　He　wouldn’t　tell　me　what　it　was　about　—　just　said　it　was　important。”　
　The　phone　rang　then；　shrill　and　demanding。　
　“That’s　him　again；　I’d　bet　my　next　paycheck；”　Charlie　muttered。　
　“I　got　it。”　I　hurried　to　the　kitchen。　
　Edward　followed　after　me　while　Charlie　disappeared　into　the　living　room。　
　I　grabbed　the　phone　midring；　and　twisted　around　so　that　I　was　facing　the　wall。　“Hello？”　
　“You’re　back；”　Jacob　said。　
　His　familiar　husky　voice　sent　a　wave　of　wistfulness　through　me。　A　thousand　memories　spun　in　my　head；　
tangling　together　—　a　rocky　beach　strewn　with　driftwood　trees；　a　garage　made　of　plastic　sheds；　warm　sodas　
in　a　paper　bag；　a　tiny　room　with　one　toosmall　shabby　loveseat。　The　laughter　in　his　deepset　black　eyes；　the　
feverish　heat　of　his　big　hand　around　mine；　the　flash　of　his　white　teeth　against　his　dark　skin；　his　face　stretching　
into　the　wide　smile　that　had　always　been　like　a　key　to　a　secret　door　where　only　kindred　spirits　could　enter。　
　It　felt　sort　of　like　homesickness；　this　longing　for　the　place　and　person　who　had　sheltered　me　through　my　
darkest　night。　
　I　cleared　the　lump　from　my　throat。　“Yes；”　I　answered。　
　“Why　didn’t　you　call　me？”　Jacob　demanded。　
　His　angry　tone　instantly　got　my　back　up。　“Because　I’ve　been　in　the　house　for　exactly　four　seconds　and　
your　call　interrupted　Charlie　telling　me　that　you’d　called。”　
　“Oh。　Sorry。”　
　“Sure。　Now；　why　are　you　harassing　Charlie？”　
　“I　need　to　talk　to　you。”　
　“Yeah；　I　figured　out　that　part　all　by　myself。　Go　ahead。”　
　There　was　a　short　pause。　
　“You　going　to　school　tomorrow？”　
　I　frowned　to　myself；　unable　to　make　sense　of　this　question。　“Of　course　I　am。　Why　wouldn’t　I？”　
　“I　dunno。　Just　curious。”　
　Another　pause。　
　“So　what　did　you　want　to　talk　about；　Jake？”　
　He　hesitated。　“Nothing　really；　I　guess。　I　。　。　。　wanted　to　hear　your　voice。”　
　“Yeah；　I　know。　I’m　so　glad　you　called　me；　Jake。　I　。　。　。”　But　I　didn’t　know　what　more　to　say。　I　wanted　to　
tell　him　I　was　on　my　way　to　La　Push　right　now。　And　I　couldn’t　tell　him　that。　
　“I　have　to　go；”　he　said　abruptly。　
　“What？”　
　“I’ll　talk　to　you　soon；　okay？”　
　“But　Jake　—”　
　He　was　already　gone。　I　listened　to　the　dial　tone　with　disbelief。　
　“That　was　short；”　I　muttered。　
　“Is　everything　all　right？”　Edward　asked。　His　voice　was　low　and　careful。　
　I　turned　slowly　to　face　him。　His　expression　was　perfectly　smooth　—　impossible　to　read。　
　“I　don’t　know。　I　wonder　what　that　was　about。”　It　didn’t　make　sense　that　Jacob　had　been　hounding　
Charlie　all　day　just　to　ask　me　if　I　was　going　to　school。　And　if　he’d　wanted　to　hear　my　voice；　then　why　did　he　
hang　up　so　quickly？　
　“Your　guess　is　probably　better　than　mine；”　Edward　said；　the　hint　of　a　smiletugging　at　the　corner　of　his　

mouth。　
　“Mmm；”　I　murmured。　That　was　true。　I　knew　Jake　inside　and　out。　It　shouldn’t　be　that　plicated　to　figure　
out　his　motivations。　
　With　my　thoughts　miles　away　—　about　fifteen　miles　away；　up　the　road　to　La　Push　—　I　started　bing　
through　the　fridge；　assembling　ingredients　for　Charlie’s　dinner。　Edward　leaned　against　the　counter；　and　I　was　
distantly　aware　that　his　eyes　were　on　my　face；　but　too　preoccupied　to　worry　about　what　he　saw　there。　
　The　school　thing　seemed　like　the　key　to　me。　That　was　the　only　real　question　Jake　had　asked。　And　he　had　
to　be　after　an　answer　to　something；　or　he　wouldn’t　have　been　bugging　Charlie　so　persistently。　
　Why　would　my　attendance　record　matter　to　him；　though？　
　I　tried　to　think　about　it　in　a　logical　way。　So；　if　I　hadn’t　been　going　to　school　tomorrow；　what　would　be　the　
problem　with　that；　from　Jacob’s　perspective？　Charlie　had　given　me　a　little　grief　about　missing　a　day　of　school　
so　close　to　finals；　but　I’d　convinced　him　that　one　Friday　wasn’t　going　to　derail　my　studies。　Jake　would　hardly　
care　about　that。　
　My　brain　refused　to　e　up　with　any　brilliant　insights。　Maybe　I　was　missing　some　vital　piece　of　
information。　
　What　could　have　changed　in　the　past　three　days　that　was　so　important　that　Jacob　would　break　his　long　
streak　of　refusing　to　answer　my　phone　calls　and　contact　me？　What　difference　could　three　days　make？　
　I　froze　in　the　middle　of　the　kitchen。　The　package　of　icy　hamburger　in　my　hands　slipped　through　my　numb　
fingers。　It　took　me　a　slow　second　to　miss　the　thud　it　should　have　made　against　the　floor。　
　Edward　had　caught　it　and　thrown　it　onto　the　counter。　His　arms　were　already　around　me；　his　lips　at　my　ear。　
　“What’s　wrong？”　
　I　shook　my　head；　dazed。　
　Three　days　could　change　everything。　
　Hadn’t　I　just　been　thinking　about　how　impossible　college　was？　How　I　couldn’t　be　anywhere　near　people　
after　I’d　gone　through　the　painful　threeday　conversion　that　would　set　me　free　from　mortality；　so　that　I　could　
spend　eternity　with　Edward？　The　conversion　that　would　make　me　forever　a　prisoner　to　my　own　thirst。　。　。　。　
　Had　Charlie　told　Billy　that　I’d　vanished　for　three　days？　Had　Billy　jumped　to　conclusions？　Had　Jacob　
really　been　asking　me　if　I　was　still　human？　Making　sure　that　the　werewolves’　treaty　was　unbroken　—　that　
none　of　the　Cullens　had　dared　to　bite　a　human　。　。　。　bite；　not　kill　。　。　。　？　
　But　did　he　honestly　think　I　would　e　home　to　Charlie　if　that　was　the　case？　
　Edward　shook　me。　“Bella？”　he　asked；　truly　anxious　now。　
　“I　think　。　。　。　I　think　he　was　checking；”　I　mumbled。　“Checking　to　make　sure。　That　I’m　human；　I　mean。”　
　Edward　stiffened；　and　a　low　hiss　sounded　in　my　ear。　
　“We’ll　have　to　leave；”　I　whispered。　“Before。　So　t