deepest_magic | the summer i was ten

the summer i was ten

Bella is ten. School has let out; she spends one week at the beach with Renée, celebrating, and then from there Renée drives her up to Forks, and drops her off, with many hugs. Charlie picks her up, with some hugs, although not as many; it's not his way. Bella settles in for the summer. It is, if nothing else, cooler up here.

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Bella thinks about this. "Huh," she says. "That sounds interesting. I don't know about fun, but if you think it's fun you should do it."

"It is really fun!"

"Okay then," says Bella. "Math for you, something to be figured out later for me."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Yes. An incomplete but totally good plan."

"Hey, never underestimate the importance of the 'figure out what the heck you're doing' step," she says.

"I never do," says Bella.

"Good! It is vitally important and nobody ever gets anywhere by skipping it."

"You mean the movies lied to me?" giggles Bella.

"That is their job."

"Professional liar movies," snickers Bella.

"It's true," she says solemnly. "Ask anybody. If they don't know what you're talking about, you know the movies are doing a really good job."

Bella bursts into helpless laughter.

Elizabeth giggles.

"I like you," Bella declares when she's simmered down some. "Do you want to keep me when you grow up?"

"I think I might!"

"Even though I don't think math is fun for me?"

"How boring would it be if all my friends were math people?"

"I don't know," says Bella. "It would certainly be very mathy. Maybe that would be a plus." And then she giggles at her unintended pun.

Elizabeth sporfles.

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