Just as I imagined, Julia's laughter is so clear and melodious. I'd listen to her forever.
I don't even care what made her laugh. I just want to hear it again, and again, and again...
«How was your day?» I ask, hoping to hear about her new work.
«I found a job!» she exclaims, in fact.
She sits on the mattress and describes the place to me. She doesn't say anything that could make me worry, but I already saw what kind of place it is. I don't like the thought of Julia working there, but I can't imprison her in the academy.
She's much happier like this, working in a stinky, crowded place.
The name of the girl she was talking with is Abby, and it seems they get along. Julia's expression lights up when she mentions her, and her heart beats content.
I lean over and kiss her lips at half of a sentence whose meaning I lost when I noticed the scent of vanilla. She just loves that soap, doesn't she?
