She bit her lip in embarrassment. Did I say something wrong? she thought. "Never mind," she said, wanting to cry. "I'm not going to stay in this horrible town a minute more than I have to!"
"She," the bellboy said when he came down stairs, "is crazy."
"What do you mean?"
"You should have seen her walk through the door." He pronounced the last word emphatically.
"You mean doorway."
"I mean door," the bell boy said. "It was closed when she done it."
"I'm going to have to keep an eye on her," the clerk said, clucking his tongue in dry disapproval.
Now how did I do that? Julia asked herself. She walked to the door and put her hand through it. She wiggled her fingers. She half-opened the door and put her hand through it again. It came out on the other side. She moved her arm back and forth. It felt prickly.
She crossed to the bed and sat down. This isn't so good, she thought. I've got to figure out how I did that.