New Moon
Chapter One
Party
I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure I was dreaming.
The reasons I was so certain were that, first, I was standing in a bright shaft of
sunlight-the kind of blinding clear sun that never shone on my drizzly new hometown in
Forks, Washington-and second, I was looking at my Grandma Marie. Gran had been
dead for six years now, so that was solid evidence toward the dream theory.
Gran hadn't changed much; her face looked just the same as I remembered it.
The skin was soft and withered, bent into a thousand tiny creases that clung gently to the
bone underneath. Like a dried apricot, but with a puff of thick white hair standing out in
a cloud around it.
Our mouths-hers a wizened pucker-spread into the same surprised half-smile
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