Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or it's characters (gosh darn it). They belong to Stephenie Meyer, who I am not (gosh darn it).

A/N: Thanks to all the well wishes on my final. I think it went well. crosses fingers

I wasn't disappointed. It was a good day. However, I had a different definition of a good day than most people. And I definitely had a different one than Mrs. Newton – Bella. She couldn't understand why I was still walking with a slight spring in my step and a smile on my face at lunch. We were eating turkey sandwiches we had picked up from a deli on a bench which overlooked the bay, watching the boats go through the locks to get onto the lake. She didn't seem to understand, and I wasn't yet willing to explain to her that being in her very presence was intoxicating. She was the reason for my good mood. I didn't care if we found jobs today.

As a matter of fact, I hoped we didn't because that meant I would probably get to spend all day tomorrow with her. And that thought excited me even more.

"Can I ask you a question, Bella?"

"Yes Edward?"

"Why did you choose Chicago? Surely there are big cities closer to Phoenix."

"I don't know. I knew I had to get out of Phoenix after…after I buried Michael. I didn't really have any destination in mind when I got to the train station. It was almost an accident. The next train leaving was to Chicago and I got on it." She wasn't looking at me as she said this, but now she turned to me. "I am glad I did though. I have made some really good friends." She smiled at me and I smiled back.

I began crumbling up my sandwich wrapper and began searching for the nearest garbage can. I found one about five feet away and put my hand out to take her trash for her. She balled it up and handed it to me and then rose to walk with me to the barrel and continue on our search.

We were unsuccessful in our quest as we walked back to the house around twilight.

"Shall we do this again tomorrow, Bella?"

"I would say we have to, Edward. I need the work."

I smiled at her agreement and the thought of spending another day with her. I quickened my step a bit to get to the door before her, so I could hold it open for her. She nodded in acknowledgement and thank you at my gentlemanly gesture, seeming to smile to herself. I wonder if this gesture reminded her of her husband. And I wondered if that made her sad.

I couldn't read her. And that frustrated me. I was usually very perceptive, but with her, I just came up blank.

Mrs. Ryland was setting the table for dinner when the two of walked in. Bella nodded in response to Mrs. Ryland's greeting before heading up the stairs to her room before dinner. I, however, leaned against the doorway of the room, folding my arms across my chest.

"How did the searching go?"

"No luck."

"Well, I guess you two will just have to go back out again tomorrow."

I smiled at her slyly. "We've already made plans to."

"Good." She straightened up and went back into the kitchen. I followed her, moving to lean in the kitchen doorway as she worked at preparing our dinner.

"Why do you care so much Mrs. Ryland?" I asked, grinning at her.

"No reason."

"Sure. What's for supper?"

"Turkey and mashed potatoes with green beans."

"Sounds excellent. I am going to go wash up."

Mrs. Ryland only nodded at the stove as I turned and walked out of the dining room and up the stairs, popping my head into the living room as I always did before I went up. Major Whitlock was slumped in his chair, snoring and mumbling "The south will rise" in his sleep.

I just shook my head at the entertaining old man as I made my way up the stairs. I pushed my door open and was about to walk inside when I heard a small sob. I whipped my head around and saw that Bella's door was slightly ajar. I crossed the hall and peered into the room to see Bella sitting on the side of her bed with her back to me. She was holding a picture frame and crying into her free hand.

I felt compelled to move and to comfort her, but at that moment Mrs. Ryland rang the bell that signified that dinner was ready. I saw Bella straighten up and put the picture back on the table while wiping her eyes, her back still to me. I took this opportunity to make my way back to my room so she wouldn't know I had seen her. I waited for her to leave her room before I went out myself. She still hadn't closed her door all the way. I pushed the door open enough that I could see the table where the picture now resided. I instantly recognized Bella in a white gown standing next to a man in uniform who must have been her husband.

I felt bad for her, feeling somewhat responsible for this emotional outburst. I would have to find some way to make it up to her, I though as I bounded down the stairs and took up what seemed to have become my normal seat beside Bella. She smiled weakly at me when I sat down and I smiled back at her with the largest grin I could muster.

After we said grace and began taking our food onto our plates, Mrs. Ryland addressed me.

"Mr. Masen, after dinner I need you to help me get another chair out of the cellar. We have a new tenant coming in tomorrow. I have finally rented out Mr. Drumm's old room."

"That's good Mrs. Ryland." I knew this meant she finally had a full house again. After dinner I helped her as she asked before heading up to my own room for the night. Bella said goodnight first that night. It was a wonderful feeling. And I fell asleep that night wondering what, and who, tomorrow would bring.

So, who do you think the visitor is going to be? Hmm? Review and tell me who you think it will be. I am curious to hear your thoughts. REVIEW!!