About me: the silence. No squealing or feet pounding on the
floor while being chased around. No doors
slamming. And no loud grunts and cries as the
result of sex. "My roommate. She must not be
here." "Gone skiing with Dirk. See you
after Christmas." "Huh?" I
scrunched up my nose. Chris held up a slip of
paper. "It was on the table. I'm
guessing Dirk is not your roommate?"
"No, Jolie is. It's eerily quiet around
here." I tilted my head to the side.
"Huh, I think I kind of like it."
"All the better to help
