Thousand: Six Hundred Thirty-Two

on her knees for further examination. She goes on to the next room. Where things are the same, though the monologue is louder, and the words slurred. The girl is hurrying now, pushing open the door to each room just long enough to glance into the corner and see the white box’s lid is up. When the girl realizes she is becoming frantic, terrified at seeing that unvarying sight that up to today she has never seen, she stops herself at a door. She breathes deeply, trying to force away the panic. “That’s better,” she says, lying hopefully. Before looking