Charlie held up one finger. “Conditionally.” The enthusiasm vanished. “Fantastic,” I groaned. “Bella, this is more of a request than a demand, okay? You’re free. But I’m hoping you’ll use that freedom… judiciously.” “What does that mean?” He sighed again. “I know you’re satisfied to spend all of your time with Edward—” “I spend time with Alice, too,” I interjected. Edward’s sister had no hours of visitation; she came and went as she pleased. Charlie was putty in her capable hands. “That’s true,” he said. “But you have other friends besides the Cullens, Bella. Or you used to.”
