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As Bella said goodbye to Jessica, she was also thinking it might rain, because the wind was blowing strong, cold and humid, rocking the trees back and forth, making them sing in choir with the crickets.
She was walking through the yard towards her house when she saw Victoria, standing on the doorstep, arms crossed over her chest. It was only for an instant, but the expression of hate on her face paralyzed her more that the fright of seeing while awake.
She was used to Victoria by now, she was more curious that afraid of her even, because she thought it was pretty innocuous to dream —well, except when she molested Edward—, and her poltergeist behavior didn´t transcend moving stuff around. But, seeing her like that had the capacity of bringing all the panic of the first days back.
