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Rosalie POV

"Esme?" I couldn't believe it. There had to be thousands of Walmarts in this country, and she had to pick this one. It's nowhere near Forks. It's not even in the same country as Forks!

"Mmhmmm" I could hear the dissatisfaction in her voice. 'Why are you here?"

Oh crap. Um . . . "Jacob needed clothes."

Very smart, Rosalie. She's totally gonna believe that. Jacob wears Dora the Explorer clothes all the time.

Esme smirked, "Nice try, Rosalie, but you can't lie to your mother."

"Yes I can. I do it all the time." Oops.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"So, why are you really here?" she asked.

Jacob answered for me, "I'm buying clothes for Nessie."

"Jacob," Esme said, "Nessie stopped watching Dora the Explorer eight years ago."

"She's only three."

"You know what I mean. She stopped watching it when she looked about four."

This was not going well. We needed an excuse, and fast. If Esme knew what we were really up to, she wouldn't allow it.

Esme stood there, waiting for us to tell the truth. After five minutes, I still hadn't come up with anything. Even though it was dangerous, I decided to go with the truth.

"Esme, the truth is . . ."

"You know what?" she said, suddenly, I really don't want to know what you're up to. A good mother would make you tell the truth, but a smart mother would let her kids solve their problems for themselves. And after being your mother for over fifty years, I am a smart mother. Just don't break the law."

Wow. That was so unlike Esme, but it didn't matter. We were safe.

Edward POV

I couldn't believe what had happened, but of course, I didn't blame my lovely wife. I didn't blame my daughter – well, maybe just a little. I couldn't believe that someone here knew our secret. Well, not our super important secret, but still, a secret.

One of Nessie's friends knew that I was her dad, that I was married to Bella, her mom. And how old am I? Seventeen. I have to do something to fix this.

When I'd gone to talk to Nessie, she'd said, "I know, daddy, I'm in trouble. Momma already told me everything. Can we talk about this some other time?"

I was leaving when I'd overheard Jacob and Rosalie talking. Well, that itself was strange, so I decided to listen in. They were discussing their plan to prank Alice tonight. From what I could tell, they were going to replace her clothes with Walmart clothes. Poor Alice, that would kill her.

I didn't know whether I should tell Alice. I love Alice – as a sister – and she's helped me out of some pretty tough spots. Then again, she tricked Bella into letting her plan our wedding, and she used to play Bella Barbie a lot. And I mean a lot.

What should I do? If I was a nice person, I would warn her. But nobody ever said I was nice. I think I'll let her suffer.

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