Suspicion returned. This kind of behavior was unlike him. He was always so impossibly selfless; I knew it was making me spoiled.

You can go anywhere you want, I pointed out.

The outside world holds no interest for me without you.

I rolled my eyes at the hyperbole.

Im serious, he said.

Lets take the outside world slowly, all right? For example, we could start with a movie in Port Angeles. . . .

He groaned. Never mind. Well talk about it later.

Theres nothing left to talk about.

He shrugged.

Okay, then, new subject, I said. Id almost forgotten my worries about this afternoon  had that been his intention? What did Alice see today at lunch?

My eyes were fixed on his face as I spoke, measuring his reaction.

His expression was composed; there was only the slightest hardening of his topaz eyes. Shes been seeing Jasper in a strange place, somewhere in the southwest, she thinks, near his former . . . family. But he has no conscious intentions to go back. He sighed. Its got her worried.

Oh. That was nothing close to what Id been expecting. But of course it made sense that Alice would be watching out for Jaspers future. He was her soul mate, her true other half, though they werent as flamboyant about their relationship as Rosalie and Emmett were. Why didnt you tell me before?

I didnt realize youd noticed, he said. Its probably nothing important, in any case.

My imagination was sadly out of control. Id taken a perfectly normal afternoon and twisted it until it looked like Edward was going out of his way to keep things from me. I needed therapy.

We went downstairs to work on our homework, just in case Charlie showed up early. Edward finished in minutes; I slogged laboriously through my calculus until I decided it was time to fix Charlies dinner. Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients  human food was mildly repulsive to him. I made stroganoff from Grandma Swans recipe, because I was sucking up. It wasnt one of my favorites, but it would please Charlie.

Charlie seemed to already be in a good mood when he got home. He didnt even go out of his way to be rude to Edward. Edward excused himself from eating with us, as usual. The sound of the nightly news drifted from the front room, but I doubted Edward was really watching.

After forcing down three helpings, Charlie kicked his feet up on the spare chair and folded his hands contentedly across his distended stomach.

That was great, Bells.

Im glad you liked it. How was work? Hed been eating with too much concentration for me to make conversation before.

Sort of slow. Well, dead slow really. Mark and I played cards for a good part of the afternoon, he admitted with a grin. I won, nineteen hands to seven. And then I was on the phone with Billy for a while.

I tried to keep my expression the same. How is he?

Good, good. His joints are bothering him a little.

Oh. Thats too bad.

Yeah. He invited us down to visit this weekend. He was thinking of having the Clearwaters and the Uleys over too. Sort of a playoff party. . . .

Huh, was my genius response. But what could I say? I knew I wouldnt be allowed to hit a werewolf party, even with parental supervision. I wondered if Edward would have a problem with Charlie hanging out in La Push. Or would he suppose that, since Charlie was mostly spending time with Billy, who was only human, my father wouldnt be in danger?

I got up and piled the dishes together without looking at Charlie. I dumped them into the sink and started the water. Edward appeared silently and grabbed a dishtowel.

Charlie sighed and gave up for the moment, though I imagined he would revisit the subject when we were alone again. He heaved himself to his feet and headed for the TV, just like every other night.

Charlie, Edward said in a conversational tone.

Charlie stopped in the middle of his little kitchen. Yeah?

Did Bella ever tell you that my parents gave her airplane tickets on her last birthday, so that she could visit Rene?

I dropped the plate I was scrubbing. It glanced off the counter and clattered noisily to the floor. It didnt break, but it spattered the room, and all three of us, with soapy water. Charlie didnt even seem to notice.

Bella? he asked in a stunned voice.

I kept my eyes on the plate as I retrieved it. Yeah, they did.

Charlie swallowed loudly, and then his eyes narrowed as he turned back to Edward. No, she never mentioned it.

Hmm, Edward murmured.

Was there a reason you brought it up? Charlie asked in a hard voice.

Edward shrugged. Theyre about to expire. I think it might hurt Esmes feelings if Bella doesnt use her gift. Not that shed say anything.

I stared at Edward in disbelief.

Charlie thought for a minute. Its probably a good idea for you to visit your mom, Bella. Shed love that. Im surprised you didnt say anything about this, though.

I forgot, I admitted.

He frowned. You forgot that someone gave you plane tickets?

Mmm, I murmured vaguely, and turned back to the sink.

I noticed that you saidtheyre about to expire, Edward, Charlie went on. How many tickets did your parents give her?

Just one for her . . . and one for me.

The plate I dropped this time landed in the sink, so it didnt make as much noise. I could easily hear the sharp huff as my father exhaled. The blood rushed into my face, fueled by irritation and chagrin. Why was Edward doing this? I glared at the bubbles in the sink, panicking.

Thats out of the question! Charlie was abruptly in a rage, shouting the words.

Why? Edward asked, his voice saturated with innocent surprise. You just said it was a good idea for her to see her mother.

Charlie ignored him. Youre not going anywhere with him, young lady! he yelled. I spun around and he was jabbing a finger at me.

Anger pulsed through me automatically, an instinctive reaction to his tone.

Im not a child, Dad. And Im not grounded anymore, remember?

Oh yes, you are. Starting now.

For what?!

Because I said so.

Do I need to remind you that Im a legal adult, Charlie?

This is my house  you follow my rules!

My glare turned icy. If thats how you want it. Do you want me to move out tonight? Or can I have a few days to pack?

Charlies face went bright red. I instantly felt horrible for playing the move-out card.

I took a deep breath and tried to make my tone more reasonable. Ill do my time without complaining when Ive done something wrong, Dad, but Im not going to put up with your prejudices.

He sputtered, but managed nothing coherent.

Now, I know thatyou know that I have every right to see Mom for the weekend. You cant honestly tell me youd object to the plan if I was going with Alice or Angela.

Girls, he grunted, with a nod.

Would it bother you if I took Jacob?

Id only picked the name because I knew of my fathers preference for Jacob, but I quickly wished I hadnt; Edwards teeth clenched together with an audible snap.

My father struggled to compose himself before he answered. Yes, he said in an unconvincing voice. That would bother me.

Youre a rotten liar, Dad.

Bella 

Its not like Im headed off to Vegas to be a showgirl or anything. Im going to seeMom , I reminded him. Shes just as much my parental authority as you are.

He threw me a withering look.

Are you implying something about Moms ability to look after me?

Charlie flinched at the threat implicit in my question.

Youd better hope I dont mention this to her, I said.

Youd better not, he warned. Im not happy about this, Bella.

Theres no reason for you to be upset.

He rolled his eyes, but I could tell the storm was over.

I turned to pull the plug out of the sink. So my homework is done, your dinner is done, the dishes are done, and Im not grounded. Im going out. Ill be back before ten-thirty.

Where are you going? His face, almost back to normal, flushed light red again.

Im not sure,