一张折叠起来的白纸放在我的座位上。我坐进去，关上门，然后打开了它。是他雅致的笔迹，只有两个字。
Be safe.
“平安。”
The sound of the truck roaring to life frightened me. I laughed at myself.
卡车要命咆哮着的声音把我吓了一跳。我自嘲地一笑。
When I got home, the handle of the door was locked, the dead bolt unlocked, just as I'd left itthis morning. Inside, I went straight to the laundry room. It looked just the same as I'd left it,too. I dug for my jeans and, after finding them, checked the pockets. Empty. Maybe I'd hungmy key up after all, I thought, shaking my head.
当我到家的时候，门把手紧锁着，插销开着，和我今早离开时一样。我走进屋，直接进了洗衣房。同样地，一切看上去和我原来把它们留在那里时一样。我在衣服堆里翻找着我的牛仔裤，找着以后，检查上面的口袋。空的。也许我早就把我的钥匙挂起来了，我想着，摇了摇头。
Following the same instinct that had prompted me to lie to Mike, I called Jessica on thepretense of wishing her luck at the dance. When she offered the same wish for my day withEdward, I told her about the cancellation. She was more disappointed than really necessary fora third-party observer to be. I said goodbye quickly after that.
遵循促使我向迈克撒谎的同样的本能的指示，我打电话给杰西卡，虚伪地祝她在舞会上好运。当她同样祝我和爱德华一起的一天好运时，我告诉她计划取消了。作为一个第三方旁观者，她的失望有点超出必要。之后，我飞快地说了再见。
Charlie was absentminded at dinner, worried over something at work, I guessed, or maybe abasketball game, or maybe he was just really enjoying the lasagna — it was hard to tell withCharlie.
吃晚餐时查理有些心不在焉，不仅仅是在担心着工作上的事，我猜，也许是一场篮球赛，也许他只是真的很喜欢意大利菜——很难说查理在担心什么。
"You know, Dad…" I began, breaking into his reverie.
“你知道，爸爸……”我开口说道，打断了他的沉思。
"What's that, Bell?"
“怎么了，贝拉?”
"I think you're right about Seattle. I think I'll wait until Jessica or someone else can go with me."
“我想在西雅图的事上你是对的。我想我会等到杰西卡或者别人能和我一起去时再作决定。”
"Oh," he said, surprised. "Oh, okay. So, do you want me to stay home?"
“哦，”他惊讶地说道。“哦，好的。那么，你想让我留在家里吗?”
"No, Dad, don't change your plans. I've got a million things to do… homework, laundry… I needto go to the library and the grocery store. I'll be in and out all day… you go and have fun."
“不用，爸爸，不必改变你的计划。我有成千上万的事情要做……作业，洗衣服……我得去趟图书馆，还有杂货店。我一整天都得进进出出的……你去吧，玩得开心点。”
