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Chapter 4 – Where is my confidence?
Edward and I settled down to watch Eat, Pray, Love. The food was making me really hungry. When we saw the part where Elizabeth was eating all the pasta, I had to laugh again.
We watched about half the movie, when I said,
"Hey, it's Carlisle doing okay? I haven't heard a sound,"
Edward cocked an ear towards the kitchen, and stood up.
"I'm going to see if he needs help,"
I burst out laughing. "Help? You?"
Edward only smiled and walked into the kitchen. I continued to watch the movie, while listening now to the conversation inside the kitchen.
"Carlisle, no offence, but I don't think…" Edward's voice was so low I couldn't hear him. Vampires.
"It'll be okay. What she don't know can't hurt her," That doesn't sound good. I gulped. What is Carlisle cooking? What is black pudding?
"Carlisle…"
"Hey, son. Trust me. When I was living in the middle century I loved this dish. I know you tried it before,"
"Yes, but because my human mum cooked it. Not my vampire dad,"
"Edward, you don't believe me, don't you?"
"No. my confidence was shattered when my pasta burned,"
I heard Carlisle's laughter, and a ting of a machine.
Carlisle walked into the living room and said, with a bright smile,
"Dinner is served,"
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