Page 141 of Life and Death
“You’ll want to put that in the fridge,” Bonnie instructed as she handed me the package. “It’s a batch of Holly Clearwater’s homemade fish fry. Charlie’s favorite. The fridge keeps it drier.”
“Thanks,” I repeated with more emotion. “I was running out of ways to cook fish, and he’s bound to bring more home tonight.”
“Fishing again?” Bonnie asked. She was suddenly intent. “Down at the usual spot? Maybe I’ll run by and see him.”
“No,” I lied quickly. “He was headed someplace new . . . but I have no idea where.”
She stared at my face, her eyes narrowing. It was always so obvious when I tried to lie.
“Julie,” she said, still eyeing me. “Why don’t you go get that new picture of Aaron out of the car? I’ll leave that for Charlie, too.”
“Where is it?” Jules asked. Her voice sounded kind of down. I glanced at her, but she was staring at the floor, her black brows pulling together.
“I think I saw it in the trunk,” Bonnie said. “You may have to dig for it.”
Jules stalked back out into the rain.
Bonnie and I faced each other in silence. After a few seconds, the quiet started to feel awkward, so I turned and headed to the kitchen. I could hear her wet wheels squeak against the linoleum as she followed.
I fit the paper bag into a space on the top shelf of the fridge, and then turned slowly to meet the eyes I could feel boring into me.
“Charlie won’t be back for a long time.” My voice was almost rude.
She nodded in agreement, but said nothing.
“Thanks again for the fish fry,” I hinted.
She continued nodding. I sighed and leaned back against the counter.
“Beau,” she said, and then she hesitated.
I waited.
“Beau,” she said again, “Charlie is one of my best friends.”
“Yes.”
She spoke each word carefully in her deep voice. “I noticed you’ve been spending time with one of the Cullens.”
“Yes,” I repeated.
Her eyes narrowed again. “Maybe it’s none of my business, but I don’t think that is such a good idea.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. “Itisnone of your business.”
She raised her thick eyebrows at my tone. “You probably don’t know this, but the Cullen family has an unpleasant reputation on the reservation.”
“Actually, I did know that,” I said in a hard voice. She looked surprised. “But that reputation couldn’t be deserved, could it? Because the Cullens never set foot on the reservation, do they?” I could see that my less-than-subtle reminder of the agreement that both bound and protected her tribe pulled her up short.
“That’s true,” she agreed, her eyes guarded. “You seem . . . well informed about the Cullens. More informed than I expected.”
I stared her down. “Maybe even better informed than you are.”
She pursed her thick lips as she considered that. “Maybe,” she allowed, but her eyes were shrewd. “Is Charlie as well informed?”
She had found the weak spot in my armor.
“Charlie likes the Cullens a lot,” I said. She obviously understood my evasion. Her expression was unhappy, but not surprised.
