ants to live in a small town! Ridiculous.

What have big cities done wrong now?

Seattles making a run for murder capital of the country. Five unsolved homicides in the last two weeks. Can you imagine living like that?

I think Phoenix is actually higher up the homicide list, Dad. Ihave lived like that. And Id never come close to being a murder victim until after I moved to his safe little town. In fact, I was still on several hit lists. . . . The spoon shook in my hands, making the water tremble.

Well, you couldnt pay me enough, Charlie said.

I gave up on saving dinner and settled for serving it; I had to use a steak knife to cut a portion of spaghetti for Charlie and then myself, while he watched with a sheepish expression. Charlie coated his helping with sauce and dug in. I disguised my own clump as well as I could and followed his example without much enthusiasm. We ate in silence for a moment. Charlie was still scanning the news, so I picked up my much-abused copy ofWuthering Heights from where Id left it this morning at breakfast, and tried to lose myself in turn-of-the-century England while I waited for him to start talking.

I was just to the part where Heathcliff returns when Charlie cleared his throat and threw the paper to the floor.

Youre right, Charlie said. I did have a reason for doing this. He waved his fork at the gluey spread. I wanted to talk to you.

I laid the book aside; the binding was so destroyed that it slumped flat to the table. You could have just asked.

He nodded, his eyebrows pulling together. Yeah. Ill remember that next time. I thought taking dinner off your hands would soften you up.

I laughed. It worked  your cooking skills have me soft as a marshmallow. What do you need, Dad?

Well, its about Jacob.

I felt my face harden. What about him? I asked through stiff lips.

Easy, Bells. I know youre still upset that he told on you, but it was the right thing. He was being responsible.

Responsible, I repeated scathingly, rolling my eyes. Right. So, what about Jacob?

The careless question repeated inside my head, anything but trivial.What about Jacob? Whatwas I going to do about him? My former best friend who was now . . . what? My enemy? I cringed.

Charlies face was suddenly wary. Dont get mad at me, okay?

Mad?

Well, its about Edward, too.

My eyes narrowed.

Charlies voice got gruffer. I let him in the house, dont I?

You do, I admitted. For brief periods of time. Of course, you might let meout of the house for brief periods now and then, too, I continued  only jokingly; I knew I was on lockdown for the duration of the school year. Ive been pretty good lately.

Well, thats kind of where I was heading with this. . . . And then Charlies face stretched into an unexpected eye-crinkling grin; for a second he looked twenty years younger.

I saw a dim glimmer of possibility in that smile, but I proceeded slowly. Im confused, Dad. Are we talking about Jacob, or Edward, or me being grounded?

The grin flashed again. Sort of all three.

And how do they relate? I asked, cautious.

Okay. He sighed, raising his hands as if in surrender. So Im thinking maybe you deserve a parole for good behavior. For a teenager, youre amazingly non-whiney.

My voice and eyebrows shot up. Seriously? Im free?

Where was this coming from? Id been positive I would be under house arrest until I actually moved out, and Edward hadnt picked up any wavering in Charlies thoughts. . . .

Charlie held up one finger. Conditionally.

The enthusiasm vanished. Fantastic, I groaned.

Bella, this is more of a request than a demand, okay? Youre free. But Im hoping youll use that freedom . . . judiciously.

What does that mean?

He sighed again. I know youre satisfied to spend all of your time with Edward 

I spend time with Alice, too, I interjected. Edwards sister had no hours of visitation; she came and went as she pleased. Charlie was putty in her capable hands.

Thats true, he said. But you have other friends besides the Cullens, Bella. Or youused to.

We stared at each other for a long moment.

When was the last time you spoke to Angela Weber? he threw at me.

Friday at lunch, I answered immediately.

Before Edwards return, my school friends had polarized into two groups. I liked to think of those groups asgood vs.evil. Us andthem worked, too. The good guys were Angela, her steady boyfriend Ben Cheney, and Mike Newton; these three had all very generously forgiven me for going crazy when Edward left. Lauren Mallory was the evil core of thethem side, and almost everyone else, including my first friend in Forks, Jessica Stanley, seemed content to go along with her anti-Bella agenda.

With Edward back at school, the dividing line had become even more distinct.

Edwards return had taken its toll on Mikes friendship, but Angela was unswervingly loyal, and Ben followed her lead. Despite the natural aversion most humans felt toward the Cullens, Angela sat dutifully beside Alice every day at lunch. After a few weeks, Angela even looked comfortable there. It was difficult not to be charmed by the Cullens  once one gave them the chance to be charming.

Outside of school? Charlie asked, calling my attention back.

I havent seenanyone outside of school, Dad. Grounded, remember? And Angela has a boyfriend, too. Shes always with Ben.If Im really free, I added, heavy on the skepticism, maybe we could double.

Okay. But then . . . He hesitated. You and Jake used to be joined at the hip, and now 

I cut him off. Can you get to the point, Dad? Whats your condition  exactly?

I dont think you should dump all your other friends for your boyfriend, Bella, he said in a stern voice. Its not nice, and I think your life would be better balanced if you kept some other people in it. What happened last September . . .

I flinched.

Well, he said defensively. If youd had more of a life outside of Edward Cullen, it might not have been like that.

It would have been exactly like that, I muttered.

Maybe, maybe not.

The point? I reminded him.

Use your new freedom to see your other friends, too. Keep it balanced.

I nodded slowly. Balance is good. Do I have specific time quotas to fill, though?

He made a face, but shook his head. I dont want to make this complicated. Just dont forget your friends . . .

It was a dilemma I was already struggling with. My friends. People who, for their own safety, I would never be able to see again after graduation.

So what was the better course of action? Spend time with them while I could? Or start the separation now to make it more gradual? I quailed at the idea of the second option.

. . . particularly Jacob, Charlie added before I could think things through more than that.

A greater dilemma than the first. It took me a moment to find the right words. Jacob might be . . . difficult.

The Blacks are practically family, Bella, he said, stern and fatherly again. And Jacob has been a very,very good friend to you.

I know that.

Dont you miss him at all? Charlie asked, frustrated.

My throat suddenly felt swollen; I had to clear it twice before I answered. Yes, I do miss him, I admitted, still looking down. I miss him a lot.

Then why is it difficult?

It wasnt something I was at liberty to explain. It was against the rules for normal people human people like me and Charlie  to know about the clandestine world full of myths and monsters that existed secretly around us. I knew all about that world  and I was in no small amount of trouble as a result. I wasnt about to get Charlie in the same trouble.

With Jacob there is a . . . conflict, I said slowly. A conflict about the friendship thing, I mean. Friendship doesnt always seem to be enough for Jake. I wound my excuse out of details that were true but insignificant, hardly crucial compared to the fact that Jacobs werewolf pack bitterly hated Edwards vampire family  and therefor