Lisa and Rags are the Kurt Cobain to my Nirvana.
December 21st, 2007
Phoenix is warm as usual, unlike Forks, which is freezing at this time of the year. That's one of the things I miss the most about Phoenix: the heat. Even in the winter it's beautiful, and I get nostalgic once we exit the airport.
We greeted my mother as if she hadn't abandoned us a few years ago, and we chitchat about small things like the weather, the plane and, to my dismay, Phil's daughter. It's not that I'm not glad he has a daughter and that he's bringing her to spend Christmas with us in a few days, it's just that I know I'll end up babysitting her or making uncomfortable small talk with her, if she happens to be older.
Emmett has smiled a lot during the days we've been here, which has surprised me. I didn't know he could function outside the Rosalie world in Forks, but I'm glad he does. He talks to Renée a lot more than he talks to Charlie, which I think is bizarre. But he's always been a momma's boy.
About Edward… I don't know what to say. I haven't seen him since Friday (obviously), and Alice hasn't talked about him much, so I don't know what he's up to. I just know there'll be a New Year's Eve party at Alice's on December 31st, and I'm kind of excited about it.
I'm off to buy some Christmas gifts, since I wasn't able to do it in Forks. I have no idea what to get Phil or Emmett.
With Renée it's easy. I don't even have to think about it.
B.S.
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