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what?” I asked.
    “For beating you at fencing.”
    “What?” Yes! “No. No! Not that mad, at least. More mad at myself than anything.”
    “I’ve had a lot of practice,” Edward said. “I used to take it up as a hobby back when I was a young angst-filled boy.”
    “When was this?” I asked. “You’re only eighteen.”
    He smiled. “Listen. Forget all that. Are you sure you don’t want to come over tonight?”
    “Definitely. Yup. I have to get to the library early tomorrow.”
    “The library,” he muttered, pulling his hand away. “The library. I have a feeling that’s going to take up a lot of your time this summer.”
    I suddenly felt guilty. Here I was, going crazy, and I’d completely forgotten about Edward’s feelings! Looking back, I could have killed myself. “Look,” I said, turning to him. “I promise we’ll get together tomorrow night.”
    “The track boys are putting together an end-of-the-semester party on the beach, remember? We’re invited.”
    “ You are or we are?” I asked.
    He smiled. “It doesn’t matter, darling.” His soft fingers caressed my cheek. “Stay the night tomorrow. Tell your mother you’re staying over at Tricia’s.”
    “Maybe,” I said.
    He took a deep breath and sighed, pulling out of the driveway.
    “Don’t be annoyed,” I told him. “Please. I’m just … a little frazzled, that’s all.”
    Edward was silent a moment, weaving the car around the twisting road that led to the other side of the little subdivision. “I can wait,” he said finally. “I can be as patient as you need me to. But I feel like this is right. Don’t you?”
    I didn’t know. I mumbled a less-than-encouraging “Yes.”
    My house was coming up on the right. I unbuckled, anxious to escape the car. I felt like I was completely losing it now. I knew for a fact that if I turned and looked out the rear window, that same glowing trail would be sitting on the road, leading back from Seth’s house. So what did all this mean?
    “Should I pick you up tomorrow evening?” he asked, pulling into the empty driveway.
    “Sure. Yes.” I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He returned the gesture, opening his mouth. When our tongues touched, I didn’t get that warm tingly feeling that I usually got—and that was an understatement. “Morbid disgust” would be more precise … it took every ounce of control to keep from throwing up in his car. What the heck was going on?
    “What’s wrong?” Edward asked.
    “I just don’t feel well,” I told him quickly. “It’s a girl thing.”
    He nodded. “Do you want me to run to the store and get you anything?”
    “No. No. That’s so sweet, but I’m OK. I’ll be ready tomorrow by six.”
    “Six-thirty,” he said. “Good?”
    “Good.” I leaned over and forced myself to kiss him once more. Quickly. No tongue. Get a hold of yourself, Alice. Guys like this never come along.
    Inside the house, I locked the door, watching him pull away from the driveway through the little diamond-shaped window in the door. It was a nice car. He didn’t act spoiled, though. I think that probably would have turned me off a little early on in the relationship. I like to think that now, at least. Maybe it wouldn’t. Oh, who am I kidding? I fell head over heels for him. Before he started glowing like some sort of McDonald’s sign, before that last kiss almost made me puke, I was ready to marry the damned guy.
    “That you, dear?” my dad called from the living room.
    “Who else?” I asked, walking through the hallway. Our living room was not like anything you might find in Edward’s house. There were no statues, no ancient books, no paintings that could buy four years at Harvard. All we had was a cream-colored couch, a glass coffee table, a small TV and a big bookshelf. The bookshelf was full of books, family pictures, old clay models I made in middle school, and just about every magazine any of us had read over the past three years.
    Not a