Benson Walton's POV:
She only 'raised her head' to look at me but didn't say anything.
I began to suspect that she had also gone mute, but she asked in a hoarse voice the next second, "A sandwich?"
Her voice was as sharp and piercing as glass sliding across a blackboard.
"Yes." I nodded. "Are you hungry? Or maybe a cup of blackcurrant soda?"
Julie fell silent again. Half a minute later, she began madly whipping the withered bushes around her. The flying leaves and branches suddenly splattered all over my body, but I didn't sense any evil intent from her, so I didn't stop her. I just quietly stepped to the side - who could stop a lunatic from going crazy? Why stop a lunatic from going crazy?
