Yay! I kept my promise, so here's the chapter! Suze actually arrives in this chapter. Happy, happy, happy. Stephenie Meyer and Meg Cabot own all the characters (except Ian). And Stephanie, I believe you still need to edit your story summary. (And I did tell you I would post this).

Suze P.O.V.

Jesse arrives home from work today and says, "I invited the other new doctor and his family to dinner on Thursday."

"Okay." I say, wondering what I should make for dinner. "How many people?"

"Not including us, ten."

"Ten? Not including us?" I am shocked. A ten person family was a rare occurrence. And I had thought Jesse had said earlier this week that the other new doctor was supposed to be young, about two years younger than him (not taking into account Jesse's mental age of over one hundred and fifty, but based on physical appearances).

"Yes, and four of them are teenage boys, so they probably eat a lot. Dr. Cullen and his wife have adopted four, and are fostering four more, despite the fact that Dr. Cullen can't be more than twenty-six."

So none of the kids were actually the doctor's; they were fostered or adopted. That made more sense. "Wow." I say.

"I know. When I asked, he told me their names. He asked me to call him Carlisle and said his wife's name was Esme. He said the boys were Jacob, Emmett, Jasper, and Edward. The girls are Renesmee—"

"Renesmee?"

"I asked about her name too, and he just said she was named after her two grandmothers. He also said she normally went by the name Nessie. So, Nessie, Rosalie, Alice, and Bella."

Bella. I knew a Bella once. Of course, it can't be the same Bella. My Bella would by twenty six by now, at least. As old or older than the doctor that was this Bella's adoptive father.

Jesse looks at me before saying, "Susannah?"

I glance at him. And every time I see him, even after eight years, I am struck once again by how solid he is. So strong, so real, so unbelievable there. "I just had a friend named Bella, one time. The summer before the start of high school."

An hour later…

I am checking my email. I can't believe one of the messages. The sender: Bella. I shake my head at the strange coincidence before opening it. My eyes widen as I read it, because the contents are more of a coincidence than the fact that we talked about the sender earlier that day.

Suze

I just realized I haven't sent you anything since I moved to Forks. And that was over eight years ago. Ah, time flies, doesn't it? I just wished to catch you up on a few things. First, I got married. Second, I have a daughter. Third, we moved again. I now live in Michigan.

Love you,

Bella

"Hey, Jesse," I call. "Look at this. It's from the Bella I told you about earlier. What a coincidence, eh?"

He nods. I email her back.

Bella

It's nice to hear from you. I got married, too. We haven't had any kids yet. And—you'll never believe this—I just moved again also. To Michigan. Maybe I'll see you around. Wouldn't that be funny, if that actually happened?

Love,

Suze

I hit send.

Meanwhile, at the Cullen's new residence…

Bella P.O.V.

"I am not sure how we will politely be able to avoid eating human food," Carlisle says, "We might have to; we might not have a choice." The slightly disgusted look on his face matches the groans the rest of us—Jacob not included—put in.

"Bella," Alice sings out. "You've got mail!"

"Is it from Renée?" That's the only person I bother to check I for anymore. Besides, I just checked it about an hour ago.

"Nope."

"Bella," Edward asks, "Did the name Susannah mean anything to you?"

"Yeah. I had a friend named Susannah before high school."

Edward looks faintly panicked. I think he is afraid that it hasn't been long enough since I was changed, and once again I am going to run into people I knew before. Sure enough, he says, "You don't think it could be the same Susannah?"

I think for a moment. "No," I say, attempting to mollify him, "The Susannah I knew only went by the name Suze. Never her entire name."

Edward looks as if he still has some worries, but as if they are slightly less.

For the next couple of days it's almost disturbing how little Ian bothers us. It wouldn't bother me that he isn't bothering me… except, every time I see him his eyes are cold, calculating, focused. Always jumping from Edward to me and back again. And Edward is in a bad mood whenever we're around him. Thursday in chem., so quietly Ian can barely hear him, Edward hisses, "I know you're thinking utterly indecent things about my wife. And planning to break us up. So quit." He looks so menacing, that Ian flinches away from him. After this, Ian merely looks puzzled, although Edward spoke quietly enough that Ian can't be sure he heard correctly. Edward chuckles and mutters to me, "The words wife, sophomores, and foster siblings are running through his mind right now."

The problem with Ian is temporarily solved, if only because he'll be wondering about Edward's comment too much for the next couple of days to act on any of his plans.

Thursday, 4:00 p.m.…

Carlisle P.O.V.

When they get home from school, they all look as if they're preparing themselves for something. I take that back; Nessie and Jacob aren't, although Nessie doesn't look too happy. Which means they're all contemplating human food.

At 5 o'clock, we pile into two cars, mine and the Volvo. I really need to think about getting a car large enough for all ten of us. I drive toward the address Jesse—that's what he told me to call him—gave me.

The house is nice, not quite as large as ours, but that's probably because my family has eight more people than Dr. de Silva's. He comes to the door and let's us all in. I introduce everyone. He introduces himself, encouraging us all to call him Jesse. He then leads us into a living area, furnished in a fashion that reminds me of the 1850s. He walks to the stairs and calls, "Susannah. Our guests are here."

"Okay," she calls. I hear the hair dryer she was using turn off, the click of a light switch, and feet walking down wooden steps.

She appears, attempting to put a watch on, her dark hair falling in waves past her shoulders. She looks up, smiling warmly at us. As soon as she does, the smile slides away, replaced by utter shock. Her watch falls to the floor with a loud clatter. She doesn't move to pick it up, just continues staring. For half a second I think it's merely our appearances. But then my ears hear the sound of one member of my family sucking in a breath, like a gasp. And then their breathing stops. My first thought is that this girl is a cantante for one of my family, and that we need to get out. But before I have time to act on this instinct and restrain whoever it is, the breathing starts again, although faster, more stressed than normal.

I understand the reason for both Susannah's shock and the gasp behind me when Susannah says, "Bella?" at the same time I hear, so quietly the two humans won't be able to hear, Bella's voice breathe, "Suze."