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enjoy that while it lasted。 Alice would spend the night with me if I was pathetic enough to ask her to。 And then 
tomorrow; Edward would be home。 I would survive。 
Not wanting to be ridiculously early for work; I ate my breakfast slowly; one Cheerio at a time。 Then; 
when I’d washed the dishes; I arranged the mags on the fridge into a perfect line。 Maybe I was developing 
obsessivepulsive disorder。 
The last two mags — round black utilitarian pieces that were my favorites because they could hold ten 
sheets of paper to the fridge without breaking a sweat — did not want to cooperate with my fixation。 Their 
polarities were reversed; every time I tried to line the last one up; the other jumped out of place。 
For some reason — impending mania; perhaps — this really irritated me。 Why couldn’t they just play 
nice? Stupid with stubbornness; I kept shoving them together as if I was expecting them to suddenly give up。 I 
could have flipped one over; but that felt like losing。 Finally; exasperated at myself more than the mags; I 
pulled them from the fridge and held them together with two hands。 It took a little effort — they were strong 
enough to put up a fight — but I forced them to coexist sidebyside。 
“See;” I said out loud — talking to inanimate objects; never a good sign — “That’s not so horrible; is it?” 
I stood there like an idiot for a second; not quite able to admit that I wasn’t having any lasting effect 
against scientific principles。 Then; with a sigh; I put the mags back on the fridge; a foot apart。 
“There’s no need to be so inflexible;” I muttered。 
It was still too early; but I decided I’d better get out of the house before the inanimate objects started 
talking back。 
When I got to Newton’s; Mike was methodically dry mopping the aisles while his mom arranged a new 
counter display。 I caught them in the middle of an argument; unaware that I had arrived。 
“But it’s the only time that Tyler can go;” Mike plained。 “You said after graduation —” 
“You’re just going to have to wait;” Mrs。 Newton snapped。 “You and Tyler can think of something else to 
do。 You are not going to Seattle until the police stop whatever it is that is going on there。 I know Beth 
Crowley has told Tyler the same thing; so don’t act like I’m the bad guy — oh; good morning; Bella;” she said 
when she caught sight of me; brightening her tone quickly。 “You’re early。” 
Karen Newton was the last person I’d think to ask for help in an outdoor sports equipment store。 Her 
perfectly highlighted blond hair was always smoothed into an elegant twist on the back of her neck; her 
fingernails were polished by professionals; as were her toenails — visible through the strappy high heels that 
didn’t resemble anything Newton’s offered on the long row of hiking boots。 
“Light traffic;” I joked as I grabbed my hideous fluorescent orange vest out from under the counter。 I was 
surprised that Mrs。 Newton was as worked up about this Seattle thing as Charlie。 I’d thought he was going to 
extremes。 
“Well; er 。 。 。” Mrs。 Newton hesitated for a moment; playing unfortably with a stack of flyers she was 
arranging by the register。 
I stopped with one arm in my vest。 I knew that look。 
When I’d let the Newtons know that I wouldn’t be working here this summer — abandoning them in their 
busiest season; in effect — they’d started training Katie Marshall to take my place。 They couldn’t really afford 
both of us on the payroll at the same time; so when it looked like a slow day 。 。 。 
“I was going to call;” Mrs。 Newton continued。 “I don’t think we’re expecting a ton of business today。 
Mike and I can probably handle things。 I’m sorry you got up and drove out。 。 。 。” 
On a normal day; I would be ecstatic with this turn of events。 Today 。 。 。 not so much。 
“Okay;” I sighed。 My shoulders slumped。 What was I going to do now? 

“That’s not fair; Mom;” Mike said。 “If Bella wants to work —” 
“No; it’s okay; Mrs。 Newton。 Really; Mike。 I’ve got finals to study for and stuff。 。 。 。” I didn’t want to be 
a source of familial discord when they were already arguing。 
“Thanks; Bella。 Mike; you missed aisle four。 Um; Bella; do you mind throwing these flyers in a Dumpster 
on the way out? I told the girl who left them here that I’d put them on the counter; but I really don’t have the 
room。” 
“Sure; no problem。” I put my vest away; and then tucked the flyers under my arm and headed out into the 
misty rain。 
The Dumpster was around the side of Newton’s; next to where we employees were supposed to park。 I 
shuffled along; kicking pebbles petulantly on my way。 I was about to fling the stack of bright yellow papers 
into the trash when the heading printed in bold across the top caught my eye。 One word in particular seized my 
attention。 
I clutched the papers in both hands as I stared at the picture beneath the caption。 A lump rose in my 
throat。 


 SAVE THE OLYMPIC WOLF 

Under the words; there was a detailed drawing of a wolf in front of a fir tree; its head thrown back in the 
act of baying at the moon。 It was a disconcerting picture; something about the wolf’s plaintive posture made 
him look forlorn。 Like he was howling in grief。 
And then I was running to my truck; the flyers still locked in my grip。 
Fifteen minutes — that’s all I had。 But it should be long enough。 It was only fifteen minutes to La Push; 
and surely I would cross the boundary line a few minutes before I hit the town。 
My truck roared to life without any difficulty。 
Alice couldn’t have seen me doing this; because I hadn’t been planning it。 A snap decision; that was the 
key! And as long as I moved fast enough; I should be able to capitalize on it。 
I’d thrown the damp flyers in my haste and they were scattered in a bright mess across the passenger seat 
— a hundred bolded captions; a hundred dark howling wolves outlined against the yellow background。 
I barreled down the wet highway; turning the windshield wipers on high and ignoring the groan of the 
ancient engine。 Fiftyfive was the most I could coax out of my truck; and I prayed it would be enough。 
I had no c
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