"No, he's... 'fishing' tomorrow."266 I beamed at the thought of how things could just work out.
His voice turned sharp. "And if you don't come home, what will he think?"
"I have no idea," I answered, cool as a cucumber. "He knows I've been meaning to do the laundry. Maybe he'll think I fell in the washer."
He scowled at me and I scowled back. His anger was much more impressive than mine.267
"What are you hunting tonight?" I asked when I was sure I had lost the scowling contest.
"Whatever we find in the park. We aren't going too far." He seemed bemused by my casual reference to his secret realities.
"Wait, so then why are you going with Alice?" I wondered out loud.
"Alice is the most... supportive." He frowned as he spoke.
This didn't really answer my question but I didn't want to set him off again. "And the others?" I asked timidly. "What are they?"
His brow puckered, for the most part. "Incredulous."
I peeeked quickly behind me at his family. They sat staring off in different directions, like a pile of googly eyes.
"They don't like me," I guessed.
"That's not it," he disagreed, but his eyes were beginning to get a little googly themselves. "They don't understand why I can't leave you alone."
266. "Fishing" is Charlie's euphemism for cruising.
267. Like 10". Does Bella even have an anger?