And if she had won, why wasn't she in the picture? Why Myriam The Prude?There were other thoughts behind the obvious — they were guilty thoughts. Ha... my treatment of Myriam driven her into the arms of the ball-breaking bitch? Had I pushed her over the edge? Had I caused the slut to win? If so, again, why was she holding the Turd's hand and not Estelle?And why was I thinking these crazy things anyway?Having a tooth filled is not the ideal moment for clear thoughts. So after my last rinse, I. The thoughts and feelings that echoed through her weren’t healthy. She knew that. But she didn’t feel healthy either. She didn’t even feel sane. Had she really been following this guy around for the last month? And for what? For what reason? Are you really going to let this happen?It was like a normal thought magnified hundreds and hundreds of times over. So loud it drowned out everything. So clear it was like she was listening to it through headphones. If she turned, she was so sure someone. "I'll pick you up at three? Yes, the Five and Dime."Sure enough, he was there waiting for me and we drove back to my place.Upstairs, I pulled the bedroom curtains and lit a perfumed candle. Themost frivolous silk baby doll was hanging on the door, the bedsheetsturned just casually as though not intended. I had chosen a long kaftanto wear with an Indian turquise belt. I wore my long hair back in a ponytail and put on my silver hoop earings. 'It's the sort of thing MrsRobinson would wear,' I was. I know what my nameused to be. It was 'Robert Joseph Everett' but, it's just a name. Itdoesn't feel like my name, it just feels like a name. Except it's not, isit?"Juliette turned to face the window and seemed to study the gardens below.She was still talking pretty coherently but seemed close to babbling andMallory was growing concerned. Did the transformation drive her mad? Shemoved closer and sat down very carefully on the cushion across fromJuliette. Juliette noticed Mallory and looked up..