Edward would have to wait until morning to see if she had retained what the ghost had said.
Edward decided to give Carlisle an update. Speaking to his father usually gave him a healthy dose of clarity.
"Son, how is it going?" Carlisle's voice was so trusting, even with something this important.
"I think her talent is genuine, Carlisle." Edward detailed the evening's events, but he left out the strong pull the girl seemed to have on him.
"Edward, I know I should be more alarmed. But all I can muster is relief. I am so grateful my father really did come to me." Edward heard such lightness in Carlisle's voice. "The knowledge that my father was proud of what I have become sits with me like a medal of valor." Edward heard Esme's gentle, supportive murmuring in the background.
This was a night that healed hundreds of years of wrong. How many times had Sasha changed a life with her gift? How many Carlisles were walking around feeling elated at this very moment because Sasha had given of her time and herself to make a connection for them?
If she did this for a living, Sasha could surely make more money then she could ever spend. And yet she was a school teacher, staying up most of night worrying about a person that was already dead.
The kinship Edward felt with Sasha was born. He knew what it was like to hear things others did not. He knew how to alter his own behavior to aid someone else and receive no accolades for it.
The Cullens ruminated on the possibilities of Sasha and their future over the cell phone lines.
Carlisle's elation seemed to make his tongue freer, "Edward, if she awakes with suspicions about us, we may have to make some tough choices. Choices we would not normally make." Edward knew what Carlise was hinting at.
Turning Sasha into a vampire seemed like a drastic choice.
Carlisle had made four vampires in his time here on earth. First, Edward, then Esme, then Rosalie and lastly, Emmett, and each time, the future vampire had been hanging in the jaws of death, either from injuries or sickness.
Grasping a healthy human being and sinking vampire teeth into a vulnerable neck, just seemed an abomination to everything the Cullens stood for. This was such an unusual case.
"She has a family, Carlisle. And what of the venom? If she survives, and her abilities are intensified, like mine, what will we be dealing with?" Edward tried to keep the protective edge out of his voice.
"Of course, this is an extreme leap of possible outcomes. We have to see what the girl knows, Edward, we may be able to just walk away and leave her be," Carlisle clarified.
"I will monitor her and call in sick to Phillion's" The boss would not be in until the afternoon, one of the perks of running a piano bar.