I Bit A Pillow. Or Two.

Uncle Jeb," We Croaked In Surprise. "you Found Us." "well, Now," He Said, And His Gruff Voice Brought Back A Hundred Memories. "well, Now, Here's A Pickle.

They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood Sings For Me.

The Kiss Began Much The Same As Usual--edward Was As Careful As Ever, And My Heart Began To Overreact Like It Always Did. And Then Something Seemed To Change. Suddenly His Lips Became Much More Urgent, His Free Hand Twisted Into My Hair And Held My Face Securely To His. And Though I Was Clearly Beginning To Cross His Cautious Lines, For Once He Didn't Stop Me. His Body Was Cold Through The Thin Quilt, But I Crushed Myself Against Him Eagerly.

And I Started To Cry Again, Realizing That It Must Be Changing Him, Too, This Man Who Was Kind Enough To Be A Soul But Strong As Only A Human Could Be.

Some Of The Memories Were Not Clear - -dim Human Memories, Seen Through Weak Eyes And Heard Through Weak Ears: The First Time I'd Seen His Face... The Way It Felt When He'd Held Me In The Meadow... The Sound Of His Voice Through The Darkness Of My Faltering Consciousness When He'd Save Me From James... His Face As He Waited Under A Canopy Of Flowers To Marry Me... Every Precious Moment On The Island... His Cold Hands Touching Our Baby Through My Skin.