Free Twilight by Meg Cabot Page B

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    Especially when Paul wasn’t trying to off Jesse at all, but to save his life, actually? “It’s just…” I wasn’t making any sense, but I didn’t care. “Can’t you expel him or something?”
    “No, Susannah,” Father Dominic said. Was it my imagination or was there a slight chuckle in his voice? “I can’t expel him. Not for that, anyway.”
    “But we have to stop him,” I said. My protests, even to my own ears, were starting to grow faint. “It’s… it’s unnatural , what he’s planning on doing.”
    “That may very well be,” Father Dominic said, “but it isn’t immoral. It isn’t even illegal, as far as I can tell.”
    This had to be a first. Paul doing something that could actually be construed as moral, I mean.
    “—But I do wonder,” Father Dominic went on thoughtfully, “just how he’s planning on accomplishing this little miracle.”
    “I told you,” I said bitterly. “All he has to do is get something the person once owned, and then stand in a place he once stood, and—”
    “Yes,” Father Dominic said. “But what belonging of Jesse’s does Paul have?”
    This shut me up for a minute. Because Father Dominic was right. Paul didn’t have anything of Jesse’s. He couldn’t stop Jesse’s murder, because he didn’t own anything from Jesse’s past.
    “Oh,” I said, beginning to feel a little less like I had a slowly tightening noose around my neck. “Oh. You’re right.”
    “Of course I am,” Father Dominic said. Was it my imagination or did he sound distracted? “Although it’s something you might think of doing, Susannah. If he’ll teach you how, I mean.”
    “What?” I twisted the phone cord around my finger. “Go back through time and save Jesse from dying?”
    “Exactly,” Father Dominic said. “It might, for all you know, be the reason why he’s still here on earth. Because he was never meant to die in the first place.”
    I was so appalled that for a moment, I couldn’t say anything. Unbidden, my mind flashed back to that poster my ninth grade English teacher had hung up in her classroom, of two seagulls flying over a beach…. A poster I alwaysseemed to remember at the most inconvenient moments. IF YOU LOVE SOMETHING , LET IT GO , the words beneath the seagulls read. IF IT WAS MEANT TO BE , IT WILL COME BACK TO YOU .
    The imaginary noose around my neck tightened to a choking point.
    “That’s bull, Father D.,” I yelled into the phone. “Do you hear me? Bull! ”
    “Susannah—” Father Dominic sounded startled.
    “That is NOT why Jesse is still here,” I shouted. “It’s NOT. Jesse and I are meant to be together, and if you can’t see that, well, that’s your own damn problem!”
    Now Father Dominic sounded more than startled. He sounded angry. “Susannah,” he said. “There’s no reason to use that kind of language—”
    “No, there’s not,” I agreed with him. “Especially since I have nothing more to say to you.” I slammed the phone back down into its cradle. A second later, Dr. Slaski’s attendant appeared, looking worried.
    “Susan?” he asked. “You all right?”
    “I’m fine,” I said, horrified to find that my cheeks were damp.
    Great. So, on top of everything else, I’d been crying.
    “It’s just,” the attendant said, “I heard shouting….”
    “It’s nothing,” I said. “I’m leaving. Don’t worry.”
    And I did, without saying good-bye to Dr. Slaski. I had no more to say to him than I did to Father Dom. There was only one person, I realized, who could stop Paul from doing what I now knew he was going to do.
    And that person was me.
    Of course, knowing that fact wasn’t the same as actually having a plan for how I was going to stop him. That’s what I tried to come up with as I drove back to school. A plan.
    It wasn’t until I was pulling into the Mission Academy’s student parking lot that what Father Dominic had said really began to sink in. Paul didn’t have anything of Jesse’s that