Chapter Seven
Helle arrived home from hospital to find Giulianna waiting for her.
Waiting for her, like a spaniel.
Waiting, like a faithful dog she did not have to take on walks.
She ought to be wary of the girl, perhaps. When this companionship began, Helle had been convinced Giulianna was a figment of her imagination, a creature she had created to ease her solitude. After seeing the young girl’s body in hospital, she found herself certain this apparition was nothing less than Giulianna’s spirit or soul. Much more than the mere product of a lonesome woman’s fancy.
“Hello, my child,” she greeted the girl. “How lovely to see you this evening.”
“I’m glad you’re home,” Giulianna said. “I guess I must have slept most of the day, but when I woke up I was trying to turn on the TV and
