You kiss my cheek and then you slip out, mostly unnoticed. But not by me. You’re up to something. I think it’s about that note, although I can’t say for sure. You want me to tell you I wrote it, but the truth is, I can’t. And now we have this situation with the dead girl in the back of your trunk, and these people in our house, and I want to follow you but you and I both know that I can’t leave the party. You’ve trapped me this way; you’ve always been good at doing that. You say we don’t need friends or birthday parties, but you can’t very well pretend to be normal without the pretending part, Jude. This is where you’re wrong. If we don’t play their game, we’re dead in the water. All animals have the ability to sniff out that which is not like them, and these people… they’re dying to find
