Devotion 8
It blew Edward's mind when he saw Bella's last name on her mailbox. Swan.
She was hardly a Swan. Oh, in looks maybe. Nothing wrong there. But inside. No. No. It was unkind what he was thinking. But not Swan.
Well, it had gotten him out of the apartment. If that was a good thing. Amazon could keep him in peanut butter indefinitely, but now that he'd emerged to fight with Alice, he felt more apt to go to the store.
He didn't own a car. So he walked, then he took a bus. He got off in a couple of blocks and went into the hardware store. It was a small place, mom, and pop. Wall to wall goods some of which hadn't moved in a long while.
He asked the Boomer behind the counter for the item he hoped to purchase.
They went back and forth, and he paid for the thing and tucked it under his arm and walked the whole way back to the building. He knew she'd be coming. The Swan. He figured maybe three or four. Four if she'd been drinking.
That reminded him. He needed a meeting.