1 twilight暮色- 第8部分

Bella。　



I　had　decided　to　read　Wuthering　Heights　—　the　novel　we　were　currently　
studying　in　English　—　yet　again　for　the　fun　of　it；　and　that's　what　I　was　
doing　when　Charlie　came　home。　I'd　lost　track　of　the　time；　and　I　hurried　
downstairs　to　take　the　potatoes　out　and　put　the　steak　in　to　broil。　

〃Bella？〃　my　father　called　out　when　he　heard　me　on　the　stairs。　

Who　else？　I　thought　to　myself。　

〃Hey；　Dad；　wele　home。〃　

〃Thanks。〃　He　hung　up　his　gun　belt　and　stepped　out　of　his　boots　as　I　
bustled　about　the　kitchen。　As　far　as　I　was　aware；　he'd　never　shot　the　gun　
on　the　job。　But　he　kept　it　ready。　When　I　came　here　as　a　child；　he　would　
always　remove　the　bullets　as　soon　as　he　walked　in　the　door。　I　guess　he　
considered　me　old　enough　now　not　to　shoot　myself　by　accident；　and　not　
depressed　enough　to　shoot　myself　on　purpose。　

〃What's　for　dinner？〃　he　asked　warily。　My　mother　was　an　imaginative　cook；　
and　her　experiments　weren't　always　edible。　I　was　surprised；　and　sad；　that　
he　seemed　to　remember　that　far　back。　

〃Steak　and　potatoes；〃　I　answered；　and　he　looked　relieved。　

He　seemed　to　feel　awkward　standing　in　the　kitchen　doing　nothing；　he　
lumbered　into　the　living　room　to　watch　TV　while　I　worked。　We　were　both　
more　fortable　that　way。　I　made　a　salad　while　the　steaks　cooked；　and　
set　the　table。　

I　called　him　in　when　dinner　was　ready；　and　he　sniffed　appreciatively　as　
he　walked　into　the　room。　

〃Smells　good；　Bell。〃　

〃Thanks。〃　

We　ate　in　silence　for　a　few　minutes。　It　wasn't　unfortable。　Neither　of　

us　was　bothered　by　the　quiet。　In　some　ways；　we　were　well　suited　for　
living　together。　

〃So；　how　did　you　like　school？　Have　you　made　any　friends？〃　he　asked　as　he　
was　taking　seconds。　

〃Well；　I　have　a　few　classes　with　a　girl　named　Jessica。　I　sit　with　her　
friends　at　lunch。　And　there's　this　boy；　Mike；　who's　very　friendly。　
Everybody　seems　pretty　nice。〃　With　one　outstanding　exception。　

〃That　must　be　Mike　Newton。　Nice　kid　—　nice　family。　His　dad　owns　the　
sporting　goods　store　just　outside　of　town。　He　makes　a　good　living　off　all　
the　backpackers　who　e　through　here。〃　

〃Do　you　know　the　Cullen　family？〃　I　asked　hesitantly。　

〃Dr。　Cullen's　family？　Sure。　Dr。　Cullen's　a　great　man。〃　

〃They…　the　kids…　are　a　little　different。　They　don't　seem　to　fit　in　very　
well　at　school。〃　

Charlie　surprised　me　by　looking　angry。　

〃People　in　this　town；〃　he　muttered。　〃Dr。　Cullen　is　a　brilliant　surgeon　
who　could　probably　work　in　any　hospital　in　the　world；　make　ten　times　the　
salary　he　gets　here；〃　he　continued；　getting　louder。　〃We're　lucky　to　have　
him　—　lucky　that　his　wife　wanted　to　live　in　a　small　town。　He's　an　asset　
to　the　munity；　and　all　of　those　kids　are　well　behaved　and　polite。　I　
had　my　doubts；　when　they　first　moved　in；　with　all　those　adopted　
teenagers。　I　thought　we　might　have　some　problems　with　them。　But　they're　
all　very　mature　—　I　haven't　had　one　speck　of　trouble　from　any　of　them。　
That's　more　than　I　can　say　for　the　children　of　some　folks　who　have　lived　
in　this　town　for　generations。　And　they　stick　together　the　way　a　family　
should　—　camping　trips　every　other　weekend…　Just　because　they're　
newers；　people　have　to　talk。〃　

It　was　the　longest　speech　I'd　ever　heard　Charlie　make。　He　must　feel　
strongly　about　whatever　people　were　saying。　

I　backpedaled。　〃They　seemed　nice　enough　to　me。　I　just　noticed　they　kept　
to　themselves。　They're　all　very　attractive；〃　I　added；　trying　to　be　more　
plimentary。　

〃You　should　see　the　doctor；〃　Charlie　said；　laughing。　〃It's　a　good　thing　
he's　happily　married。　A　lot　of　the　nurses　at　the　hospital　have　a　hard　
time　concentrating　on　their　work　with　him　around。〃　

We　lapsed　back　into　silence　as　we　finished　eating。　He　cleared　the　table　
while　I　started　on　the　dishes。　He　went　back　to　the　TV；　and　after　I　
finished　washing　the　dishes　by　hand　—　no　dishwasher　—　I　went　upstairs　
unwillingly　to　work　on　my　math　homework。　I　could　feel　a　tradition　in　the　
making。　

That　night　it　was　finally　quiet。　I　fell　asleep　quickly；　exhausted。　

The　rest　of　the　week　was　uneventful。　I　got　used　to　the　routine　of　my　
classes。　By　Friday　I　was　able　to　recognize；　if　not　name；　almost　all　the　
students　at　school。　In　Gym；　the　kids　on　my　team　learned　not　to　pass　me　
the　ball　and　to　step　quickly　in　front　of　me　if　the　other　team　tried　to　
take　advantage　of　my　weakness。　I　happily　stayed　out　of　their　way。　

Edward　Cullen　didn't　e　back　to　school。　

Every　day；　I　watched　anxiously　until　the　rest　of　the　Cullens　entered　the　
cafeteria　without　him。　Then　I　could　relax　and　join　in　the　lunchtime　
conversation。　Mostly　it　centered　around　a　trip　to　the　La　Push　Ocean　Park　
in　two　weeks　that　Mike　was　putting　together。　I　was　invited；　and　I　had　
agreed　to　go；　more　out　of　politeness　than　desire。　Beaches　should　be　hot　
and　dry。　

By　Friday　I　was　perfectly　fortable　entering　my　Biology　class；　no　
longer　worried　that　Edward　would　be　there。　For　all　I　knew；　he　had　dropped　

out　of　school。　I　tried　not　to　think　about　him；　but　I　couldn't　totally　
suppress　the　worry　that　I　was　responsible　for　his　continued　absence；　
ridiculous　as　it　seemed。　

My　first　weekend　in　Forks　passed　without　incident。　Charlie；　unused　to　
spending　time　in　the　usually　empty　house；　worked　most　of　the　weekend。　I　
cleaned　the　house；　got　ahead　on　my　homework；　and　wrote　my　mom　more　
bogusly　cheerful　email。　I　did　drive　to　the　library　Saturday；　but　it　was　
so　poorly　stocked　that　I　didn't　bother　to　get　a　card；　I　would　have　to　
make　a　date　to　visit　Olympia　or　Seattle　soon　and　find　a　good　bookstore。　I　
wondered　idly　what　kind　of　gas　mileage　the　truck　got…　and　shuddered　at　
the　thought。　

The　rain　stayed　soft　over　the　weekend；　quiet；　so　I　was　able　to　sleep　well。　

People　greeted　me　in　the　parking　lot　Monday　morning。　I　didn't　know　all　
their　names；　but　I　waved　back　and　smiled　at　everyone。　It　was　colder　this　
morning；　but　happily　not　raining。　In　English；　Mike　took　his　accustomed　
seat　by　my　side。　We　had　a　pop　quiz　on　Wuthering　Heights。　It　was　
straightforward；　very　easy。　

All　in　all；　I　was　feeling　a　lot　more　fortable　than　I　had　thought　I　
would　feel　by　this　point。　More　fortable　than　I　had　ever　expected　to　
feel　here。　

When　we　walked　out　of　class；　the　air　was　full　of　swirling　bits　of　white。　
I　could　hear　people　shouting　excitedly　to　each　other。　The　wind　bit　at　my　
cheeks；　my　nose。　

〃Wow；〃　Mike　said。　〃It's　snowing。〃　

I　looked　at　the　little　cotton　fluffs　that　were　building　up　along　the　
sidewalk　and　swirling　erratically　past　my　face。　

〃Ew。〃　Snow。　There　went　my　good　day。　

He　looked　surprised。　〃Don't　you　like　snow？〃　

〃No。　That　means　it's　too　cold　for　rain。〃　Obviously。　〃Besides；　I　thought　
it　was　supposed　to　e　down　in　flakes　—　you　know；　each　one　unique　and　
all　that。　These　just　look　like　the　ends　of　Qtips。〃　

〃Haven't　you　ever　seen　snow　fall　before？〃　he　asked　incredulously。　

〃Sure　I　have。〃　I　paused。　〃On　TV。〃　

Mike　laughed。　And　then　a　big；　squishy　ball　of　dripping　snow　smacked　into　
the　back　of　his　head。　We　both　turned　to　see　where　it　came　from。　I　had　my　
suspicions　about　Eric；　who　was　walking　away；　his　back　toward　us　—　in　the　
wrong　direction　for　his　next　class。　Mike　appa