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    Memoirs of Her Scent

    “Will she?” I asked my sweet Alice.

    “No.” Alice was positive and that seemed to be the only reassurance that Bella needed, however Alice continued to explain. “The storm will hit over tow. Leaving the clearing where we’ll play dry enough.”

    “Good then,” I was ecstatic with enthusiasm and it was catching, naturally Bella seemed eager, rather than rigidly scared.

    “Let’s go see if Carlisle will come,” Alice bounded up to the door, grabbing my hand in the process, in a fashion of heart breaking fluidity.

    “Like you don’t know,” I teased, and we were swiftly on our way. I managed to inconspicuously close Edward’s door behind me.

    “What will we be playing?” I heard Bella ask Edward, in a fashionably demanding tone.

    “You will be watching,” Edward had clarified. “We will be playing baseball.”

    “Vampires like baseball?” Bella’s tone was incredulously amused as I vividly pictured her rolling her eyes.

    “It’s the American pastime,” Edward had said with mock solemnity as Alice and I reached the door to Carlisle’s study and silently pushed it open. Without knocking we entered and there sat Carlisle, with an open book in hand, reading and Esme, holding his free hand, at his side as she watched him, trying not to miss anything, not even a frown. They looked up, acknowledging our presence with a warm and inviting smile as we made our way to the foot of the desk where they sat.

    “What’s in your mind, my dear Alice,” Carlisle inquired with a smile, putting his book down, as he spotted Alice’s mischievously excited face, he knew her well. I couldn’t help but cough in an attempt to cover the laughter that had escaped my lips, it hadn’t worked, Alice swiftly glared at me and I gazed back, attempting to look remorseful and failing terribly; I would be in sweet trouble for that later.

    “Yes, what brings you here; speak your mind for you seem to want to ask us something. Alice, Jasper?” Esme urged.

    “There’s going to be a real storm tonight, we figured we could play ball and the others already agreed and so we wasted to see if you would join us,” Alice announced, voice laced with implication. Carlisle and Esme looked at each other with a swift smile and a glint in their eyes, understanding.

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