Maria showed up innocently enough, on a Saturday afternoon when the wind was blowing through town. Emmett said that means there will be a change in the weather. As a human, he was the son of a tobacco farmer. He knows those sorts of things.
When Jasper told me about Maria, I had pictured a statuesque woman, with long, dark hair. Maybe as tall as Jasper, and certainly every bit as strong.
Instead, she was a woman of my height, and almost my build; slight, wiry. Bossy.
It made me self-conscious at once.
Jasper said he was surprised to see her so far north.
Carlisle welcomed her in, but then left for work. He looked a little concerned, but when Esme whispered to him asking if it was a good idea that she visit, he reminded her that his friend Garrett, who doesn’t share our ways, visits all the time. And why shouldn’t Jasper have friends?
“It might do him good,” he said.
Carlisle is so rarely wrong about people; it caught all of us by surprise.