A little more. Operative word= little. ;-)

Enough Said…

~(~)~

"So, what did you say?"

Bella shrugs, still methodically scrubbing the last of the pots and pans from the day's meal. "I didn't say much. I sent my reply about ten minutes before you guys got here."

"You didn't blow him off, did you?" Tia asks, taking a colander from the drying rack and patting it down with a towel.

"No, of course not. After the things he wrote?" She shakes her head, fighting back another wave of emotion just at the thought of his words. "No, I answered him, but I left it kind of up in the air still."

"How so?"

Bella shrugs, finding it hard to describe.

"You're killing me here, Bella!"

Tia's voice makes her smile. "Give me a second here and I'll show you."

She turns the hot water back on and lifts the soaped up roasting dish in front of her from one side of the sink to the other to rinse it. Tia clears the drying rack for her, working quickly to help finish the dishes.

Several minutes later, after refilling Benjamin's coffee and saying goodbye to the last of her other guests, Bella leads Tia into her room.

She sits at her desk. "Let me just log on."

Tia places a hand on the back of Bella's chair, leaning in a bit. "Cute wallpaper," she comments, pointing at the desktop.

Bella smiles at her own image smiling back at her; or rather, she smiles at the big, rust-colored canine in the picture with her.

"Thanks, that's Rusty."

"I figured."

"Here it is," she says a moment later, having opened the email in question.

Tia laughs. "That's it? That's what you had me all worked up over?"

Bella smiles. "I told you I didn't say much. He said enough for both of us."

"Yeah, yeah… let me read."

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To: EA Cullen [EAnonymousC(at) gmail(dot)com]
From: Isabella Swan [i9swan13(at) yahoo(dot)com]
Subject: My Turn Indeed

Edward,

How am I supposed to follow a speech like that? I've been up half the night just thinking of it and… wow.

Anyway, if my first email didn't make it clear, then my answers are as follows.

1) I don't know yet.
-and-
2) No.

Should there be any confusion about which answer goes to what question, call me later tonight. I should be able to talk after eight or so.

Until then…

Yours,
Bella

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I know, I know... you were probably like Tia; expecting more out of that email. Who knows why Edward was so happy about that? Well, I do, but I'm not telling yet.

More tomorrow.

oxox
Ginnie