2006

Edward and I were lying on my bed. It was late at night, and Charlie was already asleep. A question had been stirring in my mind all day, but I was afraid to ask it. Finally, I summed up all of my courage and turned to him. "Edward?" I asked softly. He smiled at me.
"Yes?"
"Was there any particular reason that you took a break from vegetarianism in the thirties?" I inquired cautiously. He sighed.

1929

Carlisle came through the front door, holding the newspaper and shaking his head. Edward glanced at him from where he sat in his armchair. "Bad news, Edward," said Carlisle, handing him the paper. The headline "BLACK TUESDAY" was in bold letters at the top of the first page. "Your Model T is being repossessed," said Carlisle apologetically.
"Why?" he asked morosely.
"Remember all of that money you invested in the stock market?" He nodded. "The stocks crashed. We're broke." Carlisle was running his hands through his hair nervously, worried that he would lose his job. Edward jumped up, heading for the door. "Where are you going?" questioned Carlisle.
"Out," he grumbled furiously.

2006

"Oh, you know," said Edward lightly, "Everybody cracks one time or another."