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56. JULIETTE: Strangers in the Night

hat are you doing out here?” she heard her father say, in French.

It was so comforting, to hear that language all around her again, that she felt herself nestle more deeply into her bed, lulled by the sound and ignoring the words.

“I’m just going to the bathroom.”

Hugo. Right outside her bedroom door. She was fully alert again.

“The bathroom is behind you, man.”

“Oh, yeah, right.”

“I’m right here, listening,” her father said. “Don’t let me hear you creeping around anyplace you’re not supposed to be. Hear?”

Hugo mumbled something and then retreated back down the stairs, to where he was sleeping on the couch. After a minute, her father went back into her mother’s room and firmly shut the door. Juliette sincerely hoped she would not hear any funky noises coming through the wall again. What did this mean? Were her parents getting back together? Would they all be moving back to Paris? That idea was almost too wonderful to believe. And too terrifying.

And what about Hugo? Had he been trying to come to her room? Her heart was flying around in her chest now like a trapped bird. It was crazy, all the weeks and months she’d been desperately trying to call him, to text him, receiving so little response, wondering constantly where he was and what he was doing and thinking, and now he was right here, right below her, and forces were still keeping them apart.

Should she go down to him? She wanted to go down. But then her father would hear her and stop her. Shit.

She couldn’t stand it, couldn’t let this night pass with him so close, and yet so far away.

Her phone. It was ridiculous, that he was a few meters and not thousands of miles away, and still she could only resort to texting him.

R u awake?, she wrote. And waited.

61. JULIETTE: Let’s Play Kidnapper

abysitting was not how she wanted to spend her day. Hugo, who was at this very moment snoring on the couch across the room, was sure to be leaving very soon, and Juliette might never see him again. And after all their efforts to be together last night were foiled — well, she felt she had to spend every single available second with him.

And if not with him, at least with her dear Papa. And if not with Papa, at least in bed, unconscious, trying to sleep away what had happened to her in the woods.

And now here was this spooky little girl, dumped just about literally in her lap, staring up at her with eyes big and blue as robin’s eggs behind those weird thick glasses.

“Wanna play horsies?” the girl, Beth, asked, holding up one of her mangy plastic horses.

“Ummmmmmm…..no,” Juliette said.

The kid blinked.

“How about CandyLand?” she asked, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

Juliette examined the child. She might have been cute, if somebody had taken the time to fix her hair and get her some chic little clothes. Plus she definitely needed cooler glasses.

“How about kidnapper?” Juliette asked.

“How do you play that?” Beth asked shyly.

“I hide behind the couch, and you walk by, and then I jump out and kidnap you.”

They both looked over at the couch, where Hugo snorted and flipped over so he was facing away from them.

“I don’t know,” Beth said, sticking her thumb in her mouth.

“Come on,” Juliette said. “It’ll be fun.”

She stood up and, taking Beth’s hand, walked her over near the couch and positioned her in front of it. Maybe Hugo would hear them. Maybe he would wake up and join in the game. Maybe he would see how great Juliette was with Beth and want to marry her for real and have babies with her.

“Okay,” Juliette said. “Just walk like this, like you’re little Red Riding Hood on your way to grandmother’s house.”

“Are you the grandmother?” Beth asked.

The grandmother? This kid really was funky. “No! Can’t you see I’m young and pretty?” Juliette said.

Beth nodded, but then asked, “Are you the wolf?”

Juliette clucked impatiently. “I’m the kidnapper,” she said. “Now walk, back and forth, in front of the couch.”

70. JULIETTE: The Question

ear diary,

You won’t believe it but….I may be going back to Paris. No matter how many times I say it to myself, it sounds so surreal. I thought I’d be thrilled to see this day, but truth is I’m…numb. I hate t admit it, but a part of me, a sick, twisted, masochistic part of me actually wants to stay in this dump and I dont’ know why. It has nothing to do with family: my drunken grandfather and crack head of an uncle. I have nothing and no one here so why does a part of me hurt?

Paris Pros:

–I’ll have my room, no, my whole FLOOR back to myself instead of this hole

–I’ll be back with my friends…although Hugo’s the only person who really kept in touch with me ever since I left…

–No more weirdos

–No humiliating family members

–Maybe my mother won’t be breathing down my neck so much

–My parents may get back together…This one worries me a little bit. I was furious when they split up but at the same time I wasn’t all happy when they were together either. I’m still angry they look at me as if I’m naive. I know all about what went on in their relationship and why it split. I hated Papa for a time then I hated my mother for dragging me here. But if they get back together will it really be a good thing? Not for me but…for her?

–Hugo will be right there



–No more weirdos and therefore the loss of a unique entertainment

–Parents getting back together?


–Friends who may not have been my friends in the first place

–No longer the thrill of anything new

–SOS just a different continent

–Leaving Darrell behind…God knows the moron can’t take care of himself

–I’ll be driving myself crazy wondering what’ll become of that little girl