“Charlie,” Edward said in a conversational tone. Charlie stopped in the middle of his little kitchen. “Yeah?” “Did Bella ever tell you that my parents gave her airplane tickets on her last birthday, so that she could visit Renée?” I dropped the plate I was scrubbing. It glanced off the counter and clattered noisily to the floor. It didn’t break, but it spattered the room, and all three of us, with soapy water. Charlie didn’t even seem to notice.
