trage。 I saw why she was in such a poor temper with me。 Why killing Isabella Swan had not bothered her conscience at all。 With Rosalie； it was always about vanity。 The music came to an abrupt halt； and I laughed before I could help myself； a sharp bark of amusement that broke off quickly as I threw my hand over my mouth。 Rosalie turned to glare at me； her eyes sparking with chagrined fury。 Emmett and Jasper turned to stare； too； and I heard Esme s confusion。 downstairs in a flash； pausing to glance between Rosalie and me。 Don t stop； Edward； Esme encouraged after a strained moment。 I started playing again； turning my back on Rosalie while trying very hard to control the grin stretching across my face。 She got to her feet and stalked out of the room； more angry than embarrassed。 But certainly quite embarrassed。 If you say anything I will hunt you like a dog。 I smothered another laugh。 Esme was
What s wrong； Rose？ Emmett called after her。 Rosalie didn t turn。 She continued； back ramrod straight； to the garage and then squirmed under her car as if she could bury herself there。 What s that about？ Emmett asked me。 I don t have the faintest idea； I lied。 Emmett grumbled； frustrated。 Keep playing； Esme urged。 My hands had paused again。 I did as she asked； and she came to stand behind me； putting her hands on my shoulders。 The song was pelling； but inplete。 seem right somehow。 It s charming。 Not yet。 Is there a story to it？ she asked； a smile in her voice。 This gave her very great pleasure； and I felt guilty for having neglected my music for so long。 It had been selfish。 It s a lullaby； I suppose。 I got the bridge right then。 next movement； taking on a life of its own。 A lullaby； she repeated to herself。 There was a story to this melody； and once I saw that； the pieces fell into place effortlessly。 The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed； dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow Alice left Jasper to his own devices and came to sit next to me on the bench。 In her trilling； wind chime voice； she sketched out a wordless descant two octaves above the melody。 I like it； I murmured。 But how about this？ It led easily to the Does it have a name？ I toyed with a bridge； but it didn t Esme asked。 I added her line to the harmony my hands were flying across the keys now to work all the pieces together modifying it a bit； taking it in a new direction She caught the mood； and sung along。 Yes。 Perfect； I said。 Esme squeezed my shoulder。 But I could see the end now； with Alice s voice rising above the tune and taking it to another place。 I could see how the song must end； because the sleeping girl was perfect just the way she was； and any change at all would be wrong； a sadness。 The song drifted toward that realization； slower and lower now。 Alice s voice lowered； too； and became solemn； a tone that belonged under the echoing arches of a candlelit cathedral。 I played the last note； and then bowed my head over the keys。
Esme stroked my hair。 It s going to be fine； Edward。 This is going to work out for the best。 You deserve happiness； my son。 Fate owes you that。 Thanks； I whispered； wishing I could believe it。 Love doesn t always e in convenient packages。 I laughed once without humor。 You； out of everyone on this pla； are perhaps best equipped to deal with such a difficult quandary。 You are the best and the brightest of us all。 I sighed。 Every mother thought the same of her son。 Esme was still full of joy that my heart had finally been touched after all this time； no matter the potential for tragedy。 She d thought I would always be alone She ll have to love you back； she thought suddenly； catching me by surprise with the direction of her thoughts。 If she s a bright girl。 She smiled。 But I can t imagine anyone being so slow they wouldn t see the catch you are。 Stop it； Mom； you re making me blush； I teased。 did cheer me。 Her words； though improbable； Alice laughed and picked out the top hand of Heart and Soul。 I grinned and pleted the simple harmony with her。 Then I favored her with a performance of Chopsticks。 She giggled； then sighed。 So I wish you d tell me what you were laughing at Rose about； Alice said。 But I can see that you won t。 Nope。 She flicked my ear with her finger。 Be nice； Alice； Esme chided。 But I want to know。 I laughed at the whining tone she put on。 Then I said； Here； Esme； and began playing her favorite song； an unnamed tribute to the love I d watched between her and Carlisle for so many years。 Thank you； dear。 She squeezed my shoulder again。 Edward is being a gentleman。 I didn t have to concentrate to play the familiar piece。 Instead I thought of Rosalie； still figuratively writhing in mortification in the garage； and I grinned to myself。 Having just discovered the potency of jealousy for myself； I had a small amount of pity for her。 It was a wretched way to feel。 Of course； her jealously was a thousand times more petty than mine。 Quite the fox in the manger scenario。 I wondered how Rosalie s life and personality would have been different if she had not always been the most beautiful。 Would she have been a happier person if beauty hadn t at all times been her strongest selling point？ Less egocentric？ More passionate？ Well； I supposed it was useless to wonder； because the past
was done； and she always had been the most beautiful。 Even when human； she had ever lived in the spotlight of her own loveliness。 Not that she d minded。 The opposite she d loved admiration above almost anything else。 That hadn t changed with the loss of her mortality。 It was no surprise then； taking this need as a given； that she d been offended when I had not； from the beginning； worshiped her beauty the way she expected all males to worship。 Not that she d wanted me in any way far from it。 But it had aggravated her that I did not want her； despite that。 She was used to being wanted。 It was different with Jasper and Carlisle they were already both in love。 pletely unattached； and yet still remained obstinately unmoved。 I d thought that old resentment was buried。 That she was long passed it。 I was And she had been until the day that I finally found someone whose beauty touched me the way hers had not。 Rosalie had relied on the belief that if I did not find her beauty worth worshiping； then certainly there was no beauty on earth that would reach me。 She d been furious since the moment I d saved Bella s life； guessing； with her shrewd female intuition； the interest that I was all but unconscious of myself。 Rosalie was mortally offended that I found some insignificant human girl more appealing than her。 I suppressed the urge to laugh again。 It bothered me some； though； the way she saw Bella。 Rosalie actually thought the girl was plain。 How could she believe that？ It seemed inprehensible to me。 A product of the jealousy； no doubt。 Oh！ Alice said abruptly。 Jasper； guess what？ I saw what she d just seen； and my hands froze on the keys。 What； Alice？ Jasper asked。 Peter and Charlotte are ing to visit next week！ neighborhood； isn t that nice？ They re going to be in the What s wrong； Edward？ Esme asked； feeling the tension in my shoulders。 Peter and Charlotte are ing to Forks？ I hissed at Alice She rolled her eyes at me。 Calm down； Edward。 It s not their first visit。 My teeth clenched together。 It was their first visit since Bella had arrived； and her sweet blood didn t appeal just to me。 Alice frowned at my expression。 They never hunt here。 You know that。 But Jasper s brother of sorts and the little vampire he loved were not like us； they hunted the usual way。 They could not be trusted around Bella。 When？ I demanded。
She pursed her lips unhappily； but told me what I needed to know。 No one is going to hurt Bella。 No； I agreed； and then turned away from her。 I thought we were leaving in the morning？ We re ing back by midnight Sunday。 leave。 Okay； fine。 Sure。 Monday morning。 You ready； Emmett？ I guess it s up to you when you want to Let me say goodbye to Rose first。 With the mood Rosalie was in； it would be a short goodbye。 You really have lost it； Edward； he thought as he headed toward the back door。 I suppose I have。 Play the new song for me； one more time； Esme asked。 If you d like that； I agreed； though I was a little hesitant to follow the tune to its unavoidable end the end that had set me aching in unfamiliar ways。 I thought for a moment； and then pulled the bottle cap from my pocket and set it on the empty music stand。 That helped a bit my little memento of her yes。 I nodded to myself； and started playing。 Esme and Alice exchanged a glance； but neither one asked。 Hasn t anyone ever told you Oh； hey Edward！ he shouted advantage of his distraction sharp claws shredded through bellowed at the highpitched not to play with your food？ I called to Emmett。 back； grinning and waving at me。 The bear took to rake its heavy paw across Emmett s chest。 The his shirt； and squealed across his skin。 The bear noise。 Aw hell； Rose gave me this shirt！ Emmett roared back at the enraged animal。 I sighed and sat down on a convenient boulder。 This might take awhile。 But Emmett was almost done。 He let the bear try to take his head off with another swipe of the paw； laughing as the blow bounced off and sent the bear staggering back。 The bear roared and Emmett roared again through his laughter。 Then he launched himself at the animal； who stood a head taller than him on its hind legs； and their bodies fell to the ground tangled up together； taking a mature spruce tree down with them。 The bear s growls cut off with a gurgle。 A few minutes later； Emmett jogged over to where I was waiting for him。 His shirt was destroyed； torn and bloodied； sticky with sap and covered in fur。 His dark curly hair wasn t in much better shape。 He had a huge grin on his face。 That was a strong one。 I could almost feel it when he clawed me。 You re such a child； Emmett。 He eyed my smooth； clean white buttondown。 mountain lion； then？ Weren t you able to track down that
Of course I was。 I just don t eat like a savage。 I wish they were stronger。 It would be more Emmett laughed his booming laugh。 fun。 No one said you had to fight your food。 Yeah； but who else am I going to fight with？ You and Alice cheat； Rose never wants to get her hair messed up； and Esme gets mad if Jasper and I rea