第11部分(第7/7 頁)

I　pretended　to　be　dense；　looking　down　at　the　table。　〃I　don't　understand；　Dad。

First　you're　mad　because

I'm　not　doing　anything；　and　then　you　say　you　don't　want　me　to　go　out。〃

〃I　want　you　to　be　happy—no；　not　even　that　much。　I　just　want　you　not　to　be

miserable。　I　think　you'll　have

a　better　chance　if　you　get　out　of　Forks。〃

My　eyes　flashed　up　with　the　first　small　spark　of　feeling　I'd　had　in　too　long

to　contemplate。

〃I'm　not　leaving；〃　I　said。

〃Why　not？〃　he　demanded。

〃I'm　in　my　last　semester　of　school—it　would　screw　everything　up。〃

〃You're　a　good　student—you'll　figure　it　out。〃

〃I　don't　want　to　crowd　Mom　and　Phil。〃

〃Your　mother's　been　dying　to　have　you　back。〃

〃Florida　is　too　hot。〃

His　fist　came　down　on　the　table　again。　〃We　both　know　what's　really　going　on

here；　Bella；　and　it's　not

good　for　you。〃　He　took　a　deep　breath。　〃It's　been　months。　No　calls；　no　letters；

no　contact。　You　can't　keep

waitingforhim。〃

I　glowered　at　him。　The　heat　almost；　but　not　quite；　reached　my　face。　It　had

been　a　long　time　since　I'd

blushed　with　any　emotion。

This　whole　subject　was　utterly　forbidden；　as　he　was　well　aware。

〃I'm　not　waiting　for　anything。　I　don't　expect　anything；〃　I　said　in　a　low

monotone。

〃Bella—；〃　Charlie　began；　his　voice　thick。

〃I　have　to　get　to　school；〃　I　interrupted；　standing　up　and　yanking　my　untouched

breakfast　from　the　table。　I

dumped　my　bowl　in　the　sink　without　pausing　to　wash　it　out。　I　couldn't　deal

with　any　more　conversation。

〃I'll　make　plans　with　Jessica；〃　I　called　over　my　should