Episode 17.
One of the things I was beginning to get uncomfortable with Mr Marcello about is his ways of doing things and caring less about the people around him.
When he dragged me out of the party,he didn't say another word to me till he dropped me off in front of my apartment. It was a little past 12 and my head felt heavy,my eyes tired.
When I got into my apartment room,Katie was sprawled across the couch,the TV playing quietly and the TV remote on her hand which is flung down from the couch to the floor. At the foot of the couch is an empty popcorn bowl,a thick knitted cloth which appeared to have fallen off her body moulded down and her short hairs thrown across her face. Her breathing is slow and her chest moved slowly.
I walked closer,careful not to wake her up now and slowly
