Chapter 3: Chinese Takeout
Over the next week I threw myself back into my schoolwork. I was in the beginning phases of my Master's Thesis and every time I thought about the daunting process, I wanted to bury my head somewhere, or clean, whatever I could do to procrastinate. I'm not sure exactly how I got on this course, but all of the sudden completing this program in Comparative Literature seemed like I bit off more than I could chew. And to think when I started I had imagined going on to the PhD program. Hah, yeah right.
"Alice, are you home?" I called as I walked into the apartment on the following Friday. No response. I guess not. What am I going to do for the rest of the day? It was only two o'clock and I couldn't bear to yield to schoolwork right now. My friend Angela from school had given me a new book to check out. Maybe I'll walk to the coffee shop and start it while I wait for Alice to come home and tell me what I am doing for the rest of the night. Sad I know, but it was my reality.
I left my apartment ten minutes later and walked the three blocks to our favorite coffee shop, The Grind. As I was rounding the final corner, I felt my cell phone vibrating in my coat pocket.
"Hi Alice," I answered as I continued walking.
"Whatcha doing?"
"About to walk into the coffee shop and read a little. I am avoiding my work. But it's Friday afternoon and just can't bring myself to keep going. My brain hurts." I chuckled.
"What are you plans tonight?" She asked casually, but I sensed an ulterior motive in her voice. I knew that inflection all too well.
"Ha, you know me Alice; if you don't know my plans then I don't have any."
"That's very true. Well good. I have made plans for us then. We are going on a double date!" She exclaimed as I groaned.
"Alice, please, no. I can't be set up any more, it never works out. Just spare me the agony." I responded in my most childish tone.
"No Bella. It has been far too long since you have entertained the company of the opposite sex. Jasper said there is this really nice guy at work, Tyler, who is new to the city. I know the last few haven't been your prince charming, but you'll never know unless you try. Don't you want to find someone that you can spend your forever with, like Jasper and me?" Oh, she was pulling out all of the stops now. She knew damn well I longed to find that person, but I wasn't going to compromise just because I hadn't met him yet.
She took my silence as acceptance. "Good. We are meeting them out at eight at Mex. So, don't even try to fight me, you're going. See you at our place by six!"
"Okay, bye." I groaned into the phone as I closed it and put it back in my pocket.
My last three dates had been complete disasters, boring, rude, unattractive or all of the above. For the last two months, I hadn't even bothered trying to meet anyone. It just wasn't worth the self-inflicted torment. But if I didn't give into Alice now, I would hear about it for a week. In comparison, one evening now, no matter how bad, was preferred to a week of torture.
I pulled the door open to the coffee shop and got in line.
"Hi Bella, what's new?" asked Peter, the owner of the place. Peter was in his late twenties and had that scruffy, cute guy thing going, flannel shirts and all - definitely looked more west coast than mid-west, but it worked for him.
"Not much, I've just been buried in school work trying to get my thesis started. Thought I would take a break and start this new book Angela gave me." I replied as I held it up.
"I've heard that's a good one. Quick read. What can I get you?"
"A tall latte please."
I retrieve my coffee from Peter when it was done and went to settle in my favorite overstuffed leather chair at the back of the restaurant. Taking a sip of my beverage and sighed happily as I cracked the book open, I loved that sound. With my eyes closed, I brought the book up to my nose to smell the clean, crisp paper – ah, pure joy.
"Bella?" His velvety voice shook me out of my reverie like a cold bucket of water. My eyes popped open in surprise and slowly drew up to see Edward standing over me.
"Hi…Edward…how are you?" I managed to stammer out as I collected myself, putting the book on my lap. My heart was inexplicable racing at seeing him again. The idea that he didn't want to be my friend tried to push its way to the surface, but I ignored it.
"I'm well, thank you. Do you mind if I join you?" He asked motioning to the empty chair next to me. My brain froze. Did I mind? I wasn't sure. I wasn't able to think quickly enough of a reason why not, so I conceded.
"Of course not, please." He gracefully folded his long, lean body into the leather chair.
There was a pause of silence as I took another sip of coffee. "Do you come here often?" He asked casually.
I nodded as I put my cup back on the side table, "yes, it is right around the corner from Alice and my apartment. You?"
"Actually, this is my first time. I had driven by a few times and had wanted to stop in, but am just now finding the time. I finally have a day off."
"You're in your residence program, right?" I recalled the nurse saying.
He nodded, "second year."
"And you are specializing in pediatrics?"
"Pediatric cardiology actually. I was very fortune to be accepted into the program at Children's Memorial through Northwestern." He said earnestly.
"Wow, that's impressive. Pediatric cardiology. What made you decide to specialize in that?" I inquired, having no clue what drew one to such a daunting profession as being a physician, much less having the responsibility of operating on children's hearts.
Edward took another sip of his coffee and lowered the cup back down, securely holding it between his long fingers, resting on his leg. He was hesitating, deciding I am assuming.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want. I hadn't meant to pry." My voice trailed off in embarrassment as my eyes lowered to my cup, fidgeting with the lid, but he stopped me.
"No, no sorry, I don't mind. I just haven't talked about it in a long time." He took a deep breath before continuing. "When I was younger I had a heart condition and had to have open-heart surgery. At the time it was a very advanced procedure, but it was successful and saved my life. Otherwise, I could have sat on the transplant list for years. Viable donors are slim in pediatrics." He said wistfully, his alluring green eyes shimmering in the dim light of the coffee shop. I once again felt myself being draw into them like a drug addict to his heroine – inescapably. "When I decided to follow in my father's foot steps and become a physician, I knew this was the field I wanted to pursue." He added with a shrug.
I wasn't sure what to say. I had never met anyone that had such an emotionally driven reason to go into their line of work. A pediatric cardiologist and a modest hero, oh, and breathtakingly good-looking. What's the catch?
"What about you? What do you do?" He inquired with a tone that implied he actually wanted to know - wasn't just being polite.
"I am in my second year of my Master's program in Comparative Literature at Northwestern." Suddenly my academic undertaking didn't seem nearly as daunting.
"That's an interesting line of study." He commented sincerely.
"Well, I've found it interesting so far, though more work than I had thought. When I started the program I had aspirations to continue on to get my PhD, but now I'm not so sure."
Trying to move the focus away from me, I had never been one to be comfortable talking about myself. "My roommate Alice's father is a physician as well, general practice though. You're parents must be very proud of you, to follow in you father's footsteps." I added.
As soon as the words finished their dance out of my mouth, I saw his hand tighten around his paper coffee cup and his eyes instantaneously glazed over, becoming distant, like when I met him in the hospital. I sat there for a few moments, unsure of what to do or what I said wrong.
I began to open my mouth to apologize, "I'm sorry Bella. I have to go." Edward said abruptly and swiftly stood up. Before I could even respond he was walking away, out the glass doors of the coffee shop. I stood there, mouth agape in shock. What just happened? Once again angry tears were betraying me - as they forced their way to the periphery of my eyes. I glanced around, feeling as though all eyes in the place were on me, but none of course were. I stood up and gathered my things and walked the few blocks back to my apartment.
As I put my keys in the door, blood still rushing from my mortification, examining each word I said to see where I went wrong.
"Bella! You're home, ready to start prepping for your date?" Alice chirped from the kitchen as I threw my keys and my purse on the side table. I slumped on the couch with my hands in my face. The conversation had been going so well, not just light meaningless banter, but interesting, genuine. After the surprise of seeing him again, I didn't think I ever would, even though in the back of my mind I had hoped, I was genuinely happy he was there, elated actually. I found myself watching every move that he made as he spoke, every twitch of his lips as they moved. The arch of his eyebrows as his expressions changed, the inflections of his deep, velvety voice. I was enraptured, then, he was gone.
"What happened to you?" Alice asked as she came out of the kitchen with two glasses of wine. I couldn't bear the thought of submitting myself to another blind date tonight. Not that I thought by any stretch there was a reason not to, that someone was interested in me, my nerves just weren't up to it.
She let out a huff at my silence, "come on Bella, tell me or I will force it out of you, and you know from experience that's not pretty." She waved her finger in my face. I did, I once tried to withhold information about a great date in college, just to see her reaction. Let's just say, my favorite sweats were never the same.
I lowered my hands from my face, grabbed the glass of wine from her and took a gulp. My eyes trained on the thin glass rim. Alice sat next to me patiently while I weighed my options. She was right, she would get it out of me if she wanted to, and she always does, I might as well tell her.
"I ran into Edward Masen today at The Grind." My eyes darted up to her expectant face.
"And?" she said with the wave of her little hand.
"And we were having a really nice conversation…and then he abruptly got up and left, more like ran." I took another sip of wine. As angry as I was at his actions, my heart was still racing at the thought of being near him again.
"He didn't say anything to you about why?"
"He said, 'I'm sorry Bella, I have to go' but before I could respond he was out the door. And we weren't even sitting at the front; we were in my favorite spot in the back with the leather chairs." Alice appreciates the details.
"Well, what were you talking about when it happened?"
"We were talking about his work and my school. He is in his second year of residency to be a pediatric cardiologist. I made a comment about how his parents must be proud of him because he said his dad was a physician as well." Alice got a grimacing look on her face as I finished.
"What?"
"After you left the party last week, Emmett was telling us how Edward and his twin sister Rosalie lost their parents when they were younger. I think he said they were eighteen when they died." She said quietly.
"Ah shit, really? Leave it to me to say the absolute worst thing!" I exclaimed smacking myself in the forehead.
"Bella you didn't know. Emmett didn't say the circumstances. He just commented that they have been on their own for a while and that he and his sister aren't very close."
I didn't say anything in response, my mind racing with the repercussions of my inquiry about his parents.
"You like him, huh?" She asked with a little smirk.
"I…I don't know, I can't explain it, I feel drawn to him…that sounds stupid. It doesn't matter now. Why?"
"You may have inadvertently mentioned him last week?" She commented casually as she brought her glass to her lips.
"What do you mean?" But I knew before I had even finished asking the question – I talked about him in my sleep. I had dreamt about him several times last week. Mostly quick flashes of his face, then I was chasing after him into the alley. I felt the familiar flush of embarrassment invade my cheeks. "You didn't tell Jasper did you?" I asked frantically. She immediately shook her head.
I contorted my face, "please don't make me go on this date? I truly don't have it in me tonight," pleading with my best pout-face. She scrunched up her little nose, considering, "I guess you can't go if you have the twenty-four hour stomach bug." She said with a wink as I felt my face relax and my smile appear for the first time since Edward so abruptly left. I mouthed 'thank you' to her and took another sip of wine. She shot me back a 'you owe me look' and went to her bedroom to get dressed. I would probably have to succumb to a whole day of shopping, but it was worth it to have the night to myself.
I settled my back into the couch and began to overanalyze my conversation with Edward and how badly I felt for bringing up his parents, even though I had no idea the situation, the look on his face was difficult to push away. It was as though the mere mention of them, all these years later, still caused him the physical pain I am sure he experienced when they had first died. I was fortunate to never have experienced that level of grief since both my parents were alive and I didn't remember my grandparents.
Alice snapped me out of my reverie. "Okay, I'm off. Jasper called Tyler and told him you were sick. I told Jasper you had a really bad day at school and wouldn't have been good company anyways." She said while grabbing her keys and purse off of the side table. "Oh and before I forget, my parents invited you for Easter next week. No excuses, they haven't seen you in forever."
"That's nice of them. Tell them I can't wait." I replied, genuinely excited to see Carlisle and Esme. They lived so much closer, in Rockford, IL, than my parents, they had become surrogate parents of sorts. That and I spent almost every weekend at their house my senior year of high school.
She had her hand on the door ready to walk out when she swiftly turned around to me, almost as an after thought. "Are you going to call him?"
"Who, Edward?" I asked cynically.
"Yes Edward." She said rolling her eyes.
"Um, no. I think I am the last person he wants to talk to right now," admitting it made my bad mood start to creep back. As much as I knew it was certain, a part of me, one that I was obstinately trying to fight, wanted nothing more than to talk with him that instant.
Alice didn't respond, just shook her head and left for her date with Jasper. What was I going to do the rest of the night? My bad mood was helped in no part by my lack of eating today. I hoisted myself off of the couch and called our favorite Chinese delivery place, placed my order and had twenty minutes until they arrived. I decided to take a shower to relax and wash off the guilt.
As the water worked its magic on my tense muscles, my mind wandered back to Edward. Of the three times I had seen him, his behavior had been unpredictable to say the least, unnerving as well. Maybe he was chemically imbalanced and went off his medications. No, then he wouldn't be allowed to operate on children's hearts, or at least I would hope. Tried as I may to be upset for his rudeness, I just couldn't. There was something about him that I couldn't put my finger on, other than that I had never in my life wanted to get to know someone more than I did Edward Masen. Too bad he probably hated me now.
I hastily dried off and slipped into my favorite pair of yoga pants and long-sleeved v-neck t-shirt, ready for a night of channel surfing. The buzzer rang for the external door to the building.
"Hi, come on up." I said as I pushed the intercom button, my mouth already watering at the idea of the egg roll that was on its way up to me. There was a light rap on the front door. I grabbed my wallet as I dramatically swung it open.
I gasped. There in my hallway was Edward - a picture of perfection in a black leather jacket and jeans, holding a bouquet of flowers, and a shy smile.
"Hello Bella." My name rolling off of his tongue sounded as sweet as honey. I stood there, mouth open, hair wet and barely combed. "I'm sorry to come unannounced."
"Oh, um, that's okay. I just thought you were someone else." I stammered. My heart was beating as if I had just completed the New York City marathon.
"It's a Friday night, of course you have plans. I'm sorry to intrude. I can come back another time." He said smoothly. Before he could finish I was shaking my head.
"No," I chuckled, "I don't have plans, other than to eat Chinese food and sit on the couch. Please come in." He looked at me hesitantly as I waved him in. He must have decided I was telling the truth as he took one long step inside the apartment.
"How did you know where I live?"
"I had Emmett asked Jasper." He said softly. We stood in the doorway for a long moment. I couldn't comprehend why he would be here, at my apartment, looking as amazing as he did, with flowers in hand. Maybe he had a date with someone else in the building my confidence-lacking mind thought.
"Bella, I want to apologize for earlier today. It was once again deplorable behavior. I was very much enjoying talking with you should not have abruptly left like that. It seems like every time we meet I am apologizing for my rude actions, and I am again sorry for that." He took in a deep breath, "and I brought these for you, to hopefully make the peace if possible." He said while holding out the bouquet of what I thought were white orchids.
"Edward, please. No need to apologize, I shouldn't have brought up your parents. I didn't know that you had lost them." I said softly, finding it difficult to hold his gaze as it intensely looked down at me.
"Bella, you couldn't have known that and it was long enough ago that it shouldn't paralyze me each time they are mentioned, but it does." There was silence, the air seeming to thicken in the two feet between us - then a loud rap at the door caused my already overworked heart to startle.
"Excuse me." I said as I reached around him to open the door, in the process getting a whiff of his scent mixed with the leather jacket, it was instantly intoxicating. He stepped just inside the living room while I paid for my food.
I closed the door and turned around. "Have you eaten yet? I ordered plenty." I said holding up the brown bag.
"Are you sure? I don't want to impose." He replied earnestly.
"Of course not, have a seat and I will grab some plates and a vase for the flowers."
As I came back into the living room, I paused briefly at the mirror in the hall. Ran a hand through my hair, there's nothing I can do about it now, I thought. Edward was sitting on the couch. His coat was draped over the adjacent arm chair. He was wearing a simple white button down and dark jeans, but somehow he made it look stunning.
I handed him a plate and utensils. Dug out everything in the bag and put it on the coffee table. I took the bouquet of flowers and placed them in the vase on the side table. "They are beautiful, thank you. Are they orchids?"
"Yes, and you are welcome. It was the least I could do." He said with a small grin.
Starting to feel a little more confident since we were on home turf and possibly he didn't hate my guts, "you know Edward, you are lucky I don't hold grudges. I know you saved me and all, but I'm starting to think you are trying to get rid of me." I said with a smirk as I passed him the food.
He chuckled, "you're right. Maybe I am just trying to eradicate the undeserving super hero image that Emmett won't let go," this time granting me his breathe taking smile. We ate in silence for a few minutes while a rerun of Friends played on the TV. I kept stealing glances out of the corner of my eye at him. When we were finished I gathered up our plates and dumped them in the kitchen sink.
"Edward, I'm sorry, I didn't ask you if you would like something to drink?" as I popped my head out of the kitchen doorway.
"If you have a beer - that would be great."
I came back in with a bottle of beer, which I handed to him, "Thank you," as I put the bottle of wine on the table. I sat down on the other side of the sofa, tucking my feet under me. I had to fight with everything in me to not reach across the sofa and touch his face, trace the chiseled curves and run my fingers through his auburn, disheveled hair.
"Where are you from Bella?" Edward asked while turning the full force of his gaze on me. I was so caught up in it for a moment I didn't register what he said. I shook the Edward haze from my brain. "I am originally from a small town in Washington called Forks, but my parents divorced when I was young and I grew up in Phoenix."
"What brought you to Chicago?" He inquired as he took a sip of his beer.
"Alice and I met in high school when I moved back to Forks my senior year. My mom got remarried and it was best if I went to live with my dad for a while. We became best friend and she was looking at colleges in Chicago because her father was transferring out here for his job. I didn't have a particular city I was looking at so I applied to Northwestern. I got accepted and completed my BA in English. Then I took a year off and worked, trying to decide that I wanted to do, finally coming to the conclusion that I enjoyed academia and started my Masters program." I finished with a small shrug. Internally acknowledging how little forethought had been put into all of it. It just seemed to fall into place so I went with it.
Edward went on to ask me question after question about myself, the entire time his eyes were locked on mine. A few times I had to look away – their force felt like he could see right into my soul, possibly even the way my heart was fluttering at his close proximity. The alluringness of his scent nearly causing me to fog over.
After two hours of comfortable conversation, though not trivial by any means, I felt as though I couldn't talk anymore, much less about myself.
"Edward, I feel terrible, all I have done it talk about myself. Tell me about you. Are you from Chicago originally?" I said casually placing my arm on the back of the couch within an inch of his.
"Yes, I was born and raised here. My sister, Rosalie and her husband Emmett, who you had the pleasure of meeting," he said with a smirk, "live here as well. They are my only family and Emmett and I are pretty close."
"You aren't close with your sister?" I asked cautiously.
He ran his hand through his hair before answering, "No, we aren't close any more," bowing his head slightly, only now breaking eyes contact.
I didn't know what to say in response. Of course I wanted to know why, but didn't want to pry, apparent that the memory of parents was still very painful.
"Bella," he said softly, still not raising his head, "there is something I want to tell you, but I am afraid it will change the way you think about me. It is such a part of who I am though, that I wouldn't feel right, not telling you, because I would really like to see you again. I feel surprisingly drawn to you, like no one else I have ever met."
"Edward," I murmured softly. There was nothing that he could say that was going to change the truth. I was also indescribable attracted to him and wanted to be around him more and more, to learn every little thing there was to know about him. It made my heart soar that he could possibly feel even a fraction of what I did. He held up a hand to stop me from continuing.
"My parents died in a car accident when I was eighteen…and it was my fault." He finally raised his gaze to meet my confused one.
"What do you mean it was your fault?"
"I was driving the car. It was a rainy night and I was driving too fast. We were going over a bridge that crossed a fairly wide river on our way back from visiting some universities. I lost control of the car and it went over the bridge into the water. I wasn't wearing my seat belt so I was able to escape once we were submerged, but my parents were and they didn't make it out." His voice was wavering, on the edge of breaking. I gathered that he didn't speak of that night very often, if ever.
There was a moment of silence and I tentatively crossed the small space between our hands on the back of the couch to gently place my fingers on his. His raised his eyes to mine again. "Edward…it sounds like it was a terrible, tragic accident, not something you did on purpose." I said softly as I caressed the bag of his hand, hoping he couldn't sense the trembling of my fingers.
"You have no idea how many times people have told me that," he said shaking his head, his loose waves swaying ever so slightly, "especially right after it happened. But when your own twin sister blames you, it is hard to get past."
"That is why you aren't close?" I asked incredulously. How could a sister blame her own brother for an accident? He simply nodded. "That and I speculate that she resented me for taking our parents' attention away from her when I was sick. We had to spend so much time in hospitals dealing with my issues, Rosalie felt forgotten.
"Thankfully Emmett and I are close though. He's a good guy, even if he is a nut." He said, the corners of his lips turning up slightly, thankfully lightening the mood a little.
He took a swift breath, pulling his hand out from under my touch. I quickly retrieved mine and put it on my lap, staring down at it, unsure if I had just been rejected. "The thing is Bella, I like you, but it has been a very long time since I have allowed myself to connect with anyone." He finished in a whisper.
"I thought you said you didn't want to be my friend?" I asked skeptically, but letting a little smile play on my lips. Why would he say that if he now said he liked me?
"I believe I said I wouldn't make a very good friend to you, not that I didn't want to be," his voice smooth and confident. My thoughts now befuddled and I'm certain my expression portrayed it. "I honestly don't know how to be a friend to anyone. I have been so admittedly wrapped up in my own world for so long, letting no one else in. It's not that I am self-centered, because I don't think I am, just guarded. It seems as though the people who have been close to me in my life, I have hurt them." He paused taking in a breath, "with that said, I don't feel like I have the will power to stay away from you either." His beguiling green eyes rose to meet mine, the intensity in them making my knees shake even though I was already sitting.
We sat there for a long moment, locked in each other gaze. My insides torn as to whether I should reach out of him, or run away. I didn't truly believe he hurt everyone around him. But, he certainly seemed damaged. Even with that information, I felt that I no longer had a choice.
I jumped slightly as I heard the front door open. I turned to look over the back of the couch to see Alice coming in. I checked my watch quick and realized that Edward and I had been sitting there talking for over three hours.
"Hi Bella. Hello Edward." Alice said with a knowing smirk as she walked back to kitchen. Jasper must have told her that Edward asked for our address. I'm certain she was bouncing up and down with anticipation in her bedroom right now – having walked in on our cozy scene on the couch.
Edward motioned to stand up. "Bella, I am sorry to say I must be going. I have had the whole day off and have a twelve hour shift tomorrow." I stood up, feeling my legs weak underneath me. Not certain whether I could blame it on the company or the fact that I had been sitting on them for hours.
He grabbed his jacket from the chair and put it on as he walked to the door. I followed silently behind, not sure what I wanted to say at this point. Before I had a chance to decide, he turned to me, his body the closest it had been to me since that night in the alley – which now seemed years, not weeks ago.
He put a hand on my upper arm. I felt my pulse race at his tender touch. "I would really like to see you again. Would you allow me to take you to dinner on Sunday?"
I was surprised by the certainty of my voice, "yes, I would like that." I smiled.
"Great, I will pick you up at seven then." He squeezed my arm a little, "thank you for tonight." He gently brushed the back of his hand along my cheek. My knees felt like rubber beneath me as my lungs were saturated with his intoxicating smell. When he pulled away, the only response I could manage was a weak nod. Edward walked out. I closed the door, then stood there with my fingers to my cheek where he had just brushed, sensing the pooling of blood just under the skin – my body instantly responding to his slightest touch.
"Ah hem," Alice cleared her throat from the other side of the room. She was standing in her pajamas, with her arms crossed, and a questioning expression. I turned to look at her, finally realizing that I was still touching my face.
"Spill it Ms. Swan!" She commanded as she walked over to the couch and plopped herself down. I slowly made my way to the other side of the couch and took up the same position I had been in all evening.
"Did you know he was coming over? I would guess not with the way that you are dressed, even you would have better sense than to stay in your sweats." She waved her little hand at me. I ignored her comment. "What did he say? He looked awful happy when he left? So did you…" As soon as she paused to take a breath, I held up my hand to stop her, "Alice, one at a time."
I proceeded over the next hour to tell Alice everything that had happened. I knew she would be able to tell if I edited, so it wasn't worth it to try. She didn't say much, just hugged the pillow to her chest and rocked back and forth like a wild caged animal ready to pounce at the first sign of weakness – for me to pause.
"Bella, do you like him? He is certainly different from anyone else you have dated. He's attractive for one." She smirked. "And he seems interesting, unpredictable at the very least."
I didn't answer immediately, piecing together my thoughts over the last few weeks. "I don't know to be honest Alice. I mean of course I am attracted to him, who wouldn't be. And he smells unbelievable. But there is something more to him…he thinks he is so damaged and broken…but I think that deep down, he is a really good guy, who has had some very sad things happen to him." I paused, gathering my thoughts. "The question, I guess is, not do I like him, but rather, am I prepared for how much I could like him?"
"That is a tough one. All I know is I have never seen that look on your face before," with a smirk.
"What look?" attempting to play dumb.
She lifted one black, perfectly arched eyebrow, "that look," waving a finger at me, "the spacey, dreamy look."
I couldn't dispute it. I knew I had a stupid grin on my face.
