A young woman sorts through her life while trying to find a missing valuable object. A story about life, the universe and everything.
Some words belong together, Mary said, like 'babbling incoherently'. It's hard to imagine them separately.
That's just because you hear them so often together, ]ulie replied. She was standing in the hall, looking at the mirror. It faced the front door, so the first thing she saw when she came home was herself. That self didn't please her now. Its hair was too curly, and too long, it stuck out in all the wrong directions, and strangled combs when they attempted to subdue it. ]ulie was tugging at it with her fingers, pulling it down and straightening it, but when she let go it sprang back up again. It was no use. She couldn't go around tugging at it all day long. There was nothing she c...