THEN I WAS AT NORA’S DOOR.
There was no one milling about in the hallway this time. In fact, it seemed even more dark and deserted than usual. I knocked.
“Come in!” Nora yelled. She was sitting out on the patio. Already, Jessie’s stuff had a dusty, pharaoh’s tomb look to it. I hurried through the room and out to the patio.
“What really happened to Jessie?” I asked. “Did she…”
Nora said in a loud voice, “I don’t know. When I woke up, she was gone.”
“People were talking about an ambulance. They said she killed herself.”
“Look, I don’t know anything about that.” Nora enunciated every word. I wanted to shake her or something. Jessie had been my friend, too.
“But what about all her stuff?” I demanded. “Are you telling me she just got up in the middle of the night and walked out of your room and … disappeared?”