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2 new moon新月-第32章

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thrust a bucket at Jacob。 

〃Get him outside; please;〃 she begged。 She was obviously the one who would have to clean the floor。 

I towed Mike out into the cool; wet air。 He inhaled deeply。 Jacob was right behind us。 He helped me get 
Mike into the back of the car; and handed him the bucket with a serious gaze。 

〃Please;〃 was all Jacob said。 

We rolled down the windows; letting the icy night air blow through the car; hoping it would help Mike。 I 
curled my arms around my legs to keep warm。 

〃Cold; again?〃 Jacob asked; putting his arm around me before I could answer。 

〃You're not?〃 

He shook his head。 

〃You must have a fever or something;〃 I grumbled。 It was freezing。 I touched my fingers to his forehead; 
and his head was hot。 

〃Whoa; Jake—you're burning up!〃 

〃I feel fine。〃 He shrugged。 〃Fit as a fiddle。〃 

I frowned and touched his head again。 His skin blazed under my fingers。 

〃Your hands are like ice;〃 he complained。 

〃Maybe it's me;〃 I allowed。 

Mike groaned in the backseat; and threw up in the bucket。 I grimaced; hoping my own stomach could 
stand the sound and smell。 Jacob checked anxiously over his shoulder to make sure his car wasn't 
defiled。 

The road felt longer on the way back。 

Jacob was quiet; thoughtful。 He left his arm around me; and it was so warm that the cold wind felt good。 

I stared out the windshield; consumed with guilt。 

It was so wrong to encourage Jacob。 Pure selfishness。 It didn't matter that I'd tried to make my position 
clear。 If he felt any hope at all that this could turn into something other than friendship; then I hadn't been 
clear enough。 

How could I explain so that he would understand? I was an empty shell。 Like a vacant 
house—condemned—for months I'd been utterly uninhabitable。 Now I was a little improved。 The front 
room was in better repair。 But that was all—just the one small piece。 He deserved better than 
that—better than a one…room; falling…down fixer…upper。 No amount of investment on his part could put 
me back in working order。 

Yet I knew that I wouldn't send him away; regardless。 I needed him too much; and I was selfish。 Maybe 
I could make my side more clear; so that he would know to leave me。 The thought made me shudder; 
and Jacob tightened his arm around me。 

I drove Mike home in his Suburban; while Jacob followed behind us to take me home。 Jacob was quiet 
all the way back to my house; and I wondered if he were thinking the same things that I was。 Maybe he 
was changing his mind。 

〃I would invite myself in; since we're early;〃 he said as we pulled up next to my truck。 〃But I think you 
might be right about the fever。 I'm starting to feel a little… strange。〃 

〃Oh no; not you; too! Do you want me to drive you home?〃 

〃No。〃 He shook his head; his eyebrows pulling together。 〃I don't feel sick yet。 Just… wrong。 If I have to; 
I'll pull over。〃 

〃Will you call me as soon as you get in?〃 I asked anxiously。 

〃Sure; sure。〃 He frowned; staring ahead into the darkness and biting his lip。 

I opened my door to get out; but he grabbed my wrist lightly and held me there。 I noticed again how hot 
his skin felt on mine。 

〃What is it; Jake?〃 I asked。 

〃There's something I want to tell you; Bella… but I think it's going to sound kind of corny。〃 

I sighed。 This would be more of the same from the theater。 〃Go ahead。〃 

〃It's just that; I know how you're unhappy a lot。 And; maybe it doesn't help anything; but I wanted you to 
know that I'm always here。 I won't ever let you down—I promise that you can always count on me。 
Wow; that does sound corny。 But you know that; right? That I would never; ever hurt you?〃 

〃Yeah; Jake。 I know that。 And I already do count on you; probably more than you know。〃 

The smile broke across his face the way the sunrise set the clouds on fire; and I wanted to cut my tongue 
out。 I hadn't said one word that was a lie; but I should have lied。 The truth was wrong; it would hurt him。 
I would let him down。 

A strange look crossed his face。 〃I really think I'd better go home now;〃 he said。 

I got out quickly。 

〃Call me!〃 I yelled as he pulled away。 

I watched him go; and he seemed to be in control of the car; at least。 I stared at the empty street when he 
was gone; feeling a little sick myself; but not for any physical reason。 

How much I wished that Jacob Black had been born my brother; my flesh…and …blood brother; so that I 
would have some legitimate claim on him that still left me free of any blame now。 Heaven knows I had 
never wanted to use Jacob; but I couldn't help but interpret the guilt I felt now to mean that I had。 

Even more; I had never meant to love him。 One thing I truly knew—knew it in the pit of my stomach; in 
the center of my bones; knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet; knew it deep in my 
empty chest—was how love gave someone the power to break you。 

I'd been broken beyond repair。 

But I needed Jacob now; needed him like a drug。 I'd used him as a crutch for too long; and I was in 
deeper than I'd planned to go with anyone again。 Now I couldn't bear for him to be hurt; and I couldn't 
keep from hurting him; either。 He thought time and patience would change me; and; though I knew he 
was dead wrong; I also knew that I would let him try。 

He was my best friend。 I would always love him; and it would never; ever be enough。 

I went inside to sit by the phone and bite my nails。 

〃Movie over already?〃 Charlie asked in surprise when I came in。 He was on the floor; just a foot from the 
TV。 Must be an exciting game。 

〃Mike got sick;〃 I explained。 〃Some kind of stomach flu。〃 

〃You okay?〃 

〃I feel fine now;〃 I said doubtfully。 Clearly; I'd been exposed。 

I leaned against the kitchen counter; my hand inches from the phone; and tried to wait patiently。 I thought 
of the strange look on Jacob's face before he drove away; and my fingers started drumming against the 
counter。 I should have insisted on driving him home。 

I watched the clock as the minutes ticked by Ten。 Fifteen。 Even when I was driving; it took only fifteen 
minutes; and Jacob drove faster than I did。 Eighteen minutes。 I picked up the phone and dialed。 

It rang and rang。 Maybe Billy was asleep。 Maybe I'd dialed wrong。 I tried again。 

On the eighth ring; just as I was about to hang up; Billy answered。 

〃Hello?〃 he asked。 His voice was wary; like he was expecting bad news。 

〃Billy; it's me; Bella—did Jake make it home yet? He left here about twenty minutes ago。〃 

〃He's here;〃 Billy said tonelessly。 

〃He was supposed to call me。〃 I was a little irritated。 〃He was getting sick when he left; and I was 
worried。〃 

〃He was… too sick to call。 He's not feeling well right now。〃 Billy sounded distant。 I realized he must want 
to be with Jacob。 

〃Let me know if you need any help;〃 I offered。 〃I could come down。〃 I thought of Billy; stuck in his chair; 
and Jake fending for himself… 

〃No; no;〃 Billy said quickly。 〃We're fine。 Stay at your place。〃 

The way he said it was almost rude。 

〃Okay;〃 I agreed。 

〃Bye; Bella。〃 

The line disconnected。 

〃Bye;〃 I muttered。 

Well; at least he'd made it home。 Oddly; I didn't feel less worried。 I trudged up the stairs; fretting。 Maybe 
I would go down before work tomorrow to check on him。 I could take soup—we had to have a can of 
Campbell's around here somewhere。 

I realized all such plans were canceled when I woke up early—my clock said four thirty—and sprinted to 
the bathroom。 Charlie found me there a half hour later; lying on the floor; my cheek pressed against the 
cold edge of the bathtub。 

He looked at me for a long moment。 

〃Stomach flu;〃 he finally said。 

〃Yes;〃 I moaned。 

〃You need something?〃 he asked。 

〃Call the Newtons for me; please;〃 I instructed hoarsely。 〃Tell them I have what Mike has; and that I 
can't make it in today。 Tell them I'm sorry。〃 

〃Sure; no problem;〃 Charlie assured me。 

I spent the rest of the day on the bathroom floor; sleeping for a few hours with my head on a crumpled 
up towel。 Charlie claimed that he had to work; but I suspected that he just wanted access to a bathroom。 
He left a glass of water on the floor beside me to keep me hydrated。 

It woke me up when he came back home。 I could see that it was dark in my room—after nightfall。 He 
clumped up the stairs to check on me。 

〃Stillalive?〃 

〃Sort of;〃 I said。 

〃Do you want anything?〃 

〃No; thanks。〃 

He hesitated; clearly out of his element。 〃Okay; then;〃 he said; and then he went back down to the 
kitchen。 

I heard the phone ring a few minutes later。 Charlie spoke to someone in a low voice for a moment; and 
then hung up。 

〃Mike feels better;〃 he called up to me。 

Well; that was encouraging。 He'd only gotten sick eight hours or so before me。 Eight more hours。 The 
thought made my stomach turn; and I pulled myself up to lean over the toilet。 

I fell asleep on the towel again; but when I woke up I was in my bed and it was light outside my window。 
I didn't remember moving; Charlie must have carried me to my room—he'd also put the glass of water on 
my bedside table。 I felt parch
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