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He squeezed some dish soap onto his plate and swirled it around with the 
brush。 〃And you're sure you can't make it back in time for the dance?〃 

〃I'm not going to the dance; Dad。〃 I glared。 

〃Didn't anyone ask you?〃 he asked; trying to hide his concern by focusing 
on rinsing the plate。 

I sidestepped the minefield。 〃It's a girl's choice。〃 

〃Oh。〃 He frowned as he dried his plate。 

I sympathized with him。 It must be a hard thing; to be a father; living 
in fear that your daughter would meet a boy she liked; but also having to 
worry if she didn't。 How ghastly it would be; I thought; shuddering; if 
Charlie had even the slightest inkling of exactly what I did like。 

Charlie left then; with a goodbye wave; and I went upstairs to brush my 
teeth and gather my books。 When I heard the cruiser pull away; I could 
only wait a few seconds before I had to peek out of my window。 The silver 
car was already there; waiting in Charlie's spot on the driveway。 I 
bounded down the stairs and out the front door; wondering how long this 
bizarre routine would continue。 I never wanted it to end。 

He waited in the car; not appearing to watch as I shut the door behind me 
without bothering to lock the deadbolt。 I walked to the car; pausing 
shyly before opening the door and stepping in。 He was smiling; relaxed — 
and; as usual; perfect and beautiful to an excruciating degree。 

〃Good morning。〃 His voice was silky。 〃How are you today?〃 His eyes roamed 
over my face; as if his question was something more than simple courtesy。 

〃Good; thank you。〃 I was always good — much more than good — when I was 
near him。 

His gaze lingered on the circles under my eyes。 〃You look tired。〃 

〃I couldn't sleep;〃 I confessed; automatically swinging my hair around my 
shoulder to provide some measure of cover。 

〃Neither could I;〃 he teased as he started the engine。 I was being 
used to the quiet purr。 I was sure the roar of my truck would scare me; 
whenever I got to drive it again。 

I laughed。 〃I guess that's right。 I suppose I slept just a little bit 
more than you did。〃 

〃I'd wager you did。〃 

〃So what did you do last night?〃 I asked。 

He chuckled。 〃Not a chance。 It's my day to ask questions。〃 

〃Oh; that's right。 What do you want to know?〃 My forehead creased。 I 
couldn't imagine anything about me that could be in any way interesting 
to him。 

〃What's your favorite color?〃 he asked; his face grave。 

I rolled my eyes。 〃It changes from day to day。〃 

〃What's your favorite color today?〃 He was still solemn。 

〃Probably brown。〃 I tended to dress according to my mood。 

He snorted; dropping his serious expression。 〃Brown?〃 he asked 
skeptically。 

〃Sure。 Brown is warm。 I miss brown。 Everything that's supposed to be 
brown — tree trunks; rocks; dirt — is all covered up with squashy green 
stuff here;〃 I plained。 

He seemed fascinated by my little rant。 He considered for a moment; 
staring into my eyes。 

〃You're right;〃 he decided; serious again。 〃Brown is warm。〃 He reached 
over; swiftly; but somehow still hesitantly; to sweep my hair back behind 

my shoulder。 

We were at the school by now。 He turned back to me as he pulled into a 
parking space。 

〃What music is in your CD player right now?〃 he asked; his face as somber 
as if he'd asked for a murder confession。 

I realized I'd never removed the CD Phil had given me。 When I said the 
name of the band; he smiled crookedly; a peculiar expression in his eyes。 
He flipped open a partment under his car's CD player; pulled out one 
of thirty or so CDs that were jammed into the small space; and handed it 
to me; 

〃Debussy to this?〃 He raised an eyebrow。 

It was the same CD。 I examined the familiar cover art; keeping my eyes 
down。 

It continued like that for the rest of the day。 While he walked me to 
English; when he met me after Spanish; all through the lunch hour; he 
questioned me relentlessly about every insignificant detail of my 
existence。 Movies I'd liked and hated; the few places I'd been and the 
many places I wanted to go; and books — endlessly books。 

I couldn't remember the last time I'd talked so much。 More often than 
not; I felt selfconscious; certain I must be boring him。 But the 
absolute absorption of his face; and his neverending stream of 
questions; pelled me to continue。 Mostly his questions were easy; only 
a very few triggering my easy blushes。 But when I did flush; it brought 
on a whole new round of questions。 

Such as the time he asked my favorite gemstone; and I blurted out topaz 
before thinking。 He'd been flinging questions at me with such speed that 
I felt like I was taking one of those psychiatric tests where you answer 
with the first word that es to mind。 I was sure he would have 
continued down whatever mental list he was following; except for the 
blush。 My face reddened because; until very recently; my favorite 
gemstone was gar。 It was impossible; while staring back into his topaz 
eyes; not to remember the reason for the switch。 And; naturally; he 
wouldn't rest until I'd admitted why I was embarrassed。 

〃Tell me;〃 he finally manded after persuasion failed — failed only 
because I kept my eyes safely away from his face。 

〃It's the color of your eyes today;〃 I sighed; surrendering; staring down 
at my hands as I fiddled with a piece of my hair。 〃I suppose if you asked 
me in two weeks I'd say onyx。〃 I'd given more information than necessary 
in my unwilling honesty; and I worried it would provoke the strange anger 
that flared whenever I slipped and revealed too clearly how obsessed I 
was。 

But his pause was very short。 

〃What kinds of flowers do you prefer?〃 he fired off。 

I sighed in relief; and continued with the psychoanalysis。 

Biology was a plication again。 Edward had continued with his quizzing 
up until Mr。 Banner entered the room; dragging the audiovisual frame 
again。 As the teacher approached the light switch; I noticed Edward slide 
his chair slightly farther away from mine。 It didn't help。 As soon as the 
room was dark; there was the same electric spark; the same restless 
craving to stretch my hand across the short space and touch his cold 
skin; as yesterday。 

I leaned forward on the table; resting my chin on my folded arms; my 
hidden fingers gripping the table's edge as I fought to ignore the 
irrational longing that unsettled me。 I didn't look at him; afraid that 
if he was looking at me; it would only make selfcontrol that much 
harder。 I sincerely tried to watch the movie; but at the end of the hour 
I had no idea what I'd just seen。 I sighed in relief again when Mr。 

Banner turned the lights on; finally glancing at Edward; he was looking 
at me; his eyes ambivalent。 

He rose in silence and then stood still; waiting for me。 We walked toward 
the gym in silence; like yesterday。 And; also like yesterday; he touched 
my face wordlessly — this time with the back of his cool hand; stroking 
once from my temple to my jaw — before he turned and walked away。 

Gym passed quickly as I watched Mike's oneman badminton show。 He didn't 
speak to me today; either in response to my vacant expression or because 
he was still angry about our squabble yesterday。 Somewhere; in a corner 
of my mind; I felt bad about that。 But I couldn't concentrate on him。 

I hurried to change afterward; ill at ease; knowing the faster I moved; 
the sooner I would be with Edward。 The pressure made me more clumsy than 
usual; but eventually I made it out the door; feeling the same release 
when I saw him standing there; a wide smile automatically spreading 
across my face。 He smiled in reaction before launching into more 
crossexamination。 

His questions were different now; though; not as easily answered。 He 
wanted to know what I missed about home; insisting on descriptions of 
anything he wasn't familiar with。 We sat in front of Charlie's house for 
hours; as the sky darkened and rain plummeted around us in a sudden 
deluge。 

I tried to describe impossible things like the scent of creosote — 
bitter; slightly resinous; but still pleasant — the high; keening sound 
of the cicadas i

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