"Julia, if you're not well, it's no good you should be alone," Mrs. Shultz said.
Julia slipped the noose over her head.
"Vassi, do you love me?"
"Of course. I just hope you'll love me."
Mrs. Shultz knocked hard. "Julia, I hear you talking. I know you're home. Let me in. I have some soup for you."
"Vassi, do you think I'm beautiful?"
"The most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Mrs. Shultz pounded on the door. "Julia, why don't you answer me?"
As Julia stepped off the arm of the chair, she saw the open window. A thought crossed her mind before the noose tightened. Belle could have jumped out of the window when I passed out. Julia, you're a realist!