he wouldn't let her do?" Lieutenant Cooper asked me.
 
 "Sometimes, but not that much," I said.
 
 "What else, then?"
 
 "She told me he wouldn't let her serve him any
 
 food, meals."
 
 "How come?" Detective Simon asked. "I don't know."
 
 "Did she act strange, stranger than ever, this
 
 past week or so? Was anything in particular bothering
 
 her?" Lieutenant Cooper followed before I could
 
 respond to the first question.
 
 "She had some headaches."
 
 "Headaches?" They looked at each other. "What kind of headaches?"
 
 "She went to the nurse at school. You could ask
 
 her what kind they were. I don't know much about
 
 headaches," I said, and I heard my father grunt a
 
 chuckle.
 
 "Did you ever see a knife in her room?"
 
 Detective Simon asked me, so suddenly I couldn't
 
 respond for a moment.
 
 "Yes, I saw a knife "
 
 "Did you ask her why she had it there?" "No." I hadn't asked. "I ha
 
 ve a knife in my
 
 room," I recalled. "My brother gave it to me as a
 
 present. It's a real Boy Scout knife, I think. It has . . ." "All right. You have a knife," Lieutenant
 
 Cooper said.
 
 He sat back. Everyone was quiet, and they were
 
 all looking at me.
 
 "You know it's against the law to hold back any
 
 information that relates to this case," Lieutenant
 
 Cooper finally said. "You could get into big trouble." "You have no reason to threaten her," my father