My Midnight Sun- Balancing- Part 2

As I came into the house, through the door this time, I steeled myself for the deluge of accusatory thoughts. I was not disappointed. My eyes met first with Rosalie’s, who was sitting on the sofa next to Emmett. Both were watching an episode of The Office. Laughing, Emmett was completely oblivious to me. Rosalie, on the other hand… well, she was not.
I wasn’t really in the mood to hear her homicidal raving right now. I flew up the stairs, my goal undeterred.
It didn’t take long to locate Alice. By the tone of her thoughts, I knew exactly where I would find her.
I walked quietly into her room, where she sat at her computer desk—as I knew she would be—passing the time by online shopping at some designer website or another. She made her purchases and logged off just as I was entering. She had been expecting me, of course.
“Look who’s worrying himself silly…”
A part of me wasn’t sure I liked Alice’s comforting tone. How could she feel so heartened with such a tragic end in sight? But there was another part of me that clung to it like a desperate man struggling for air.
She got immediately up and came to my side, taking me by the hand in a reassuring gesture. “Come and sit and tell me everything that’s bothering you.” She led me to the brown leather sofa at the other end of her room. I steeled my hands to my temples and sat down, stiffly.
“You know perfectly well what’s bothering me. No need to waste time.”
“Don’t you sometimes just want to vent?”
“No.”
“Alright then,” she sighed in her light, wispy way, “what can I do for you?”
“I need to know, Alice. About Saturday. I can’t go if there’s any chance—“
“Do I look like somebody who’s worried to you?” She interrupted, arranging her features so that they looked abnormally untroubled. “You have to see this for yourself though,” she said with barely restrained enthusiasm, “Look with me.”