A boy once met a girl named Julie on his way to a party on a frosty night at a hill station. The girl, dressed anachronistically, knew nobody at the party, but she mingled. Post-party, she left alone for home at the same spot where they’d met, wearing the overcoat he’d lent her. Next day, when the boy went over to her house, he was told Julie’d died long back. He then found his overcoat at her headstone, neatly folded.