HARRY WAN
“Fine, but if we can’t find this person in less than five days, we call the police,” June said. At this, Julia went pale and sunk back into her doorway. She hoped that June and George couldn’t see her expression in the dark. Julia was anorexic: her thin and and out-of-shape body could not get through enough doors to find the rightful owner. She would collapse right before the lunch she was trying to skip.
“Oh, alright,” she said, finding strength somewhere deep inside. “Why don’t you all come in, I’ll brew a pot of coffee, and we can start planning ahead.”