“Julie,” I called. No response came. “Look, Julie, doing anything stupid will not help a thing, okay?” I went ahead. “I know you’re mad at me. But we can talk about it.” I still got no response. I began to have feelings that Julie was no longer in the bedroom. I did not want to believe them. So I shut them out. Julie has murdered herself in the bedroom, said a voice that arose in my head. I shut it out too. But one thing I could not stop from seizing me was curiosity. It wrapped me in its arms. I could not resist any bit of it. It was so strong in me now, urging me on, with the courage to make a move and see things for myself. It had me going to the bedroom, but slowly, still armed with a fork and a knife. I had to be careful. Julie could still be somewhere waiting to hit you when you lea
