Scene from the park-and-ride lot at the train station this morning: a pretty but heavyset early-twenty-something woman, whose obvious black dye-job and purple eye shadow fairly screams “I shop at Hot Topic,” is sitting in her car. Her door is open, and one leg is extended outside, her shiny-black, patent-leather, stiletto-heeled shoe resting flat on the asphalt. It looks like she’s wearing lavender tights under her black jeans. She is seemingly spellbound by whatever she’s listening to on the stereo. It’s not music; it’s a male voice speaking. I’m thinking she doesn’t seem to be the NPR type, so an audiobook, perhaps. As I get closer, I pick up the speaker’s rhythm and enough individual words to confirm my theory. Definitely a story being told, definitely an audiobook.

Then I hear two words in particular: “Bella” and “Edward.”

Of course. I can’t help but snicker.