Julie shook her head in disbelief.
Julie gave Adrienne a shrewd look.
Rachel was giving Julie a strange look.
Why Julie, I do believe you're jealous!
Julie swung around and glared at Rachel.
Adrienne stared at Julie, and then at Rachel.
Julie turned and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door.
But I think Julie is right about one thing.
Julie or Rita or Tamara hung up.
Julie from Boston reentered the picture bright one Monday morning when she accompanied Howie into the office.
No handshake for Julie; she gave each of us a robust hug.
Julie was a pretty girl, in her mid-twenties, I guessed.
Julie gave Howie's hand a tug.
"Julie did very well," Howie offered, speaking for the first time.
In his absence, Julie surprised us once more by thanking us for referring Howie to a psychiatrist.
"My turn," Julie said as she dashed off to the John.
Julie doesn't fit that description.
Granted, he's been secretive about Julie but the fact he brought her here to meet us shows he's opening up.
Totally absent was any mention of Julie O'Malley.
Betsy's clandestine research about Julie, such as it was, was shared only with me.
Julie maintained no Face Book or Twitter account, nor could Betsy locate her on any other social network sites.
Howie biked to work as wheel-less Julie had driven her boyfriend's Mustang to her monastic meeting in Vermont.
Howie Abbott and Julie O'Malley were not mentioned for the rest of the day.
That's why Julie is so good for me.
Yes, and Julie is helping too.
But Julie doesn't know you're sessions are by phone or what causes the terrible dreams, does she?
I tell Julie the nightmares must be from my past; ghosts trying to get out.
I'm going to adopt her as soon as Julie and I get married.
Julie had a daughter!
I turned and announced to the others, "Everyone; Howie is in love with Julie and wants to marry her."
By mutual agreement, announced to Howie by our silence, no discussion about Julie took place unless initiated by Howie himself.
It was summer, a wonderful time of year in New Hampshire and on Friday, three weeks after her first visit, Julie returned to Keene.
Julie stood nearby, as proud as any mother could be.
"Not at seventeen," Julie said quickly, and then looked as if she wished she'd not been so outspoken.
I carefully watched Julie and Howie's interaction.
Julie was a tad subdued, don't you think?
Betsy replied, then added, "Molly's babysitting comment left no doubt she and Julie are moving to town."
Other than catching sight of Howie, together with Julie and Molly entering church on Sunday morning, we saw nothing more of our associate's Boston visitors.
Much the case with Howie and Julie, I felt the personal lives of our group deserved their own space to address their own problems.
"I wanted Julie to come out here," he said the second day he was away.
Julie, it's after eleven.
Julie met me at the door before I turned off my car.
Julie, this situation is making me very uncomfortable.
Julie, you should be talking to Howie, not me.
When Julie controlled herself she apologized and looked up at me.
Julie bit her lip but didn't answer.
Julie waited for me to say something.
Then tell me, Julie; what was it like?
Julie, tell me you didn't!
Should I at least remain mute that Julie had actually contacted the damn paper seeking the reward money?
I turned on the light, calmed her down and slowly explained step by step what Julie had told me.
This Julie-Howie business can't work, at least not in the long term.
I knew any defense of Julie O'Malley would bring the wrath of heaven down on our bed.
Kenneth Branagh's Much Ado about Nothing and Julie Taymor's The Tempest with Helen Mirren.
Julie Karagina turned to young Rostov.
The smiling Julie Karagina went in with Nicholas.
Nicholas sat at some distance from Sonya, beside Julie Karagina, to whom he was again talking with the same involuntary smile.
Sonya wore a company smile but was evidently tormented by jealousy; now she turned pale, now blushed and strained every nerve to overhear what Nicholas and Julie were saying to one another.
Julie by general request played first.
"Yes, it's from Julie," replied the princess with a timid glance and a timid smile.
Julie wrote in French:
Soon after Prince Andrew had gone, Princess Mary wrote to her friend Julie Karagina in Petersburg, whom she had dreamed (as all girls dream) of marrying to her brother, and who was at that time in mourning for her own brother, killed in Turkey.
At other times she praised Julie to him and advised him to go to Moscow during the holidays to amuse himself.
She told him that her only hope of getting their affairs disentangled now lay in his marrying Julie Karagina.
Julie, with whom she had corresponded for the last five years, was in Moscow, but proved to be quite alien to her when they met.
On Thursdays Princess Mary remembered with a mournful smile that she now had no one to write to, since Julie--whose presence gave her no pleasure was here and they met every week.
At present he is hesitating whom to lay siege to-- you or Mademoiselle Julie Karagina.
There he wavered between the two richest heiresses, Julie and Princess Mary.
Julie on the contrary accepted his attentions readily, though in a manner peculiar to herself.
Julie never missed a ball, a promenade, or a play.
Julie said this was charming
Meeting at large gatherings Julie and Boris looked on one another as the only souls who understood one another in a world of indifferent people.
Anna Mikhaylovna regarded the refined sadness that united her son to the wealthy Julie with emotion, and resignation to the Divine will.
"Ah, my dear, I can't tell you how fond I have grown of Julie latterly," she said to her son.
I am so fond of Julie that I should be sorry for her.
Julie was offended and replied that it was true that a woman needs variety, and the same thing over and over again would weary anyone.
The Karagins, Julie--and Boris with them.
He indicated to him Princess Mary and Julie Karagina.
"You don't spare anyone," said Julie Drubetskaya as she collected and pressed together a bunch of raveled lint with her thin, beringed fingers.
Julie was preparing to leave Moscow next day and was giving a farewell soiree.
"You spare no one," continued Julie to the young man without heeding the author's remark.
"You will, of course, command it yourself?" said Julie, directing a sly, sarcastic glance toward the militia officer.
Julie asked Pierre with a knowing smile.
"Qui s'excuse s'accuse," * said Julie, smiling and waving the lint triumphantly, and to have the last word she promptly changed the subject.
Julie had gone, and so had Princess Mary.
Julie Drubetskaya told me so.
When Julie & Rachel returned, she told them that Brandon would be out at the ranch for a while.