In the truck on the way to the grocery store, I asked Ari, "So. Who was that guy you sat with at lunch?"
"Jasper." she replied, unusually quiet.
I elbowed her. "Come on. I know you're hiding something. You're being quiet."
Ari laughed. "Bella, why do you always assume that when I'm quiet I'm hiding something? I actually happen to be deep in concentration right now."
"Oh, yeah? Who are you watching this time?" I said, accustomed to my sister's peeking into other people's futures.
I parked the car and switched it off before she anwsered, "You. Charlie's going to love dinner tonight. And who is this tall, dark and handsome man I see?"
As we walked through the parking lot, I shook my head and told her, "You're terrible. Honestly, who are you watching?"
"Can't tell, it's all jumbled. Give me a minute, and I'll get back to you on that." she said shortly, holding onto my sleeve as we walked inside. She did that to make sure she wouldn't get left behind, and had done that since we were small. Ari was fifteen minutes older than me, but sometimes she seemed like the younger sibling, in need of a hand to hold onto. And I was always there, so she came to me when she needed someone, just like I did with her. At one point, when our mother had been grieving her own sister's death in a tragic car accident, we had been all the other had, and the memory of that time still ran deep within us, keeping us close.
Halfway through our shopping, she blinked and snapped out of her search, frowning and gnawing her lip. "What's up?" I asked her.
"I think I was watching us, but. . . it can't be right. That doesn't make sense." she said tentatively, unsure.
I shrugged and smiled to show her it didn't matter. "Don't worry about it, Ari. Hey, should we get some steak, or should we get chicken fingers?"
"Charlie loves steak, but chicken fingers rule. Everybody knows that, Bells." she joked, returning to normal. By the time I remembered what she had said in the supermarket, I was on the brink of sleep, and slipped into a dream of Edward Cullen before I could dwell on it.
"Jasper." she replied, unusually quiet.
I elbowed her. "Come on. I know you're hiding something. You're being quiet."
Ari laughed. "Bella, why do you always assume that when I'm quiet I'm hiding something? I actually happen to be deep in concentration right now."
"Oh, yeah? Who are you watching this time?" I said, accustomed to my sister's peeking into other people's futures.
I parked the car and switched it off before she anwsered, "You. Charlie's going to love dinner tonight. And who is this tall, dark and handsome man I see?"
As we walked through the parking lot, I shook my head and told her, "You're terrible. Honestly, who are you watching?"
"Can't tell, it's all jumbled. Give me a minute, and I'll get back to you on that." she said shortly, holding onto my sleeve as we walked inside. She did that to make sure she wouldn't get left behind, and had done that since we were small. Ari was fifteen minutes older than me, but sometimes she seemed like the younger sibling, in need of a hand to hold onto. And I was always there, so she came to me when she needed someone, just like I did with her. At one point, when our mother had been grieving her own sister's death in a tragic car accident, we had been all the other had, and the memory of that time still ran deep within us, keeping us close.
Halfway through our shopping, she blinked and snapped out of her search, frowning and gnawing her lip. "What's up?" I asked her.
"I think I was watching us, but. . . it can't be right. That doesn't make sense." she said tentatively, unsure.
I shrugged and smiled to show her it didn't matter. "Don't worry about it, Ari. Hey, should we get some steak, or should we get chicken fingers?"
"Charlie loves steak, but chicken fingers rule. Everybody knows that, Bells." she joked, returning to normal. By the time I remembered what she had said in the supermarket, I was on the brink of sleep, and slipped into a dream of Edward Cullen before I could dwell on it.