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Show 179 "It tastes terrible," I am telling them, truthfully. It is way too sweet. "It tastes like medicine." This is also true, since it was prescribed as a medicine for me - whatever it tastes like will therefore taste like the medicine it is. I am proud of my logic. My children are stealing glances at me to see if I am kidding, looking back again at the red-labeled bottle, hoping to discern whatever defense it might have. It evidently has none. They settle back into the animated plot. I am closing my eyes, listening to the various characters solve their seemingly insurmountable problems. I am wondering what my situation would look like, animated. "Would you like some ice cream instead?" I am asking, already knowing their instant positive response. Ice cream is not a very healthy thing either but it is not as bad as a caffeinated soft drink. Breyer's vanilla is a rare and expensive treat intended for after dinner tonight but they will save some for Hy to eat then. Besides, there is no guarantee that I will be here after dinner tonight to see them enjoy it. They are scrambling noisily into the kitchen, pulling down the bowls from the shelves, deciding who will dish it out. Their father likes large portions and they do well emulating his example. They are sitting once again in the living room, overflowing bowls in hand, spoons clanking from time to time. I sip my Coke, trying to ignore the uppermost part of my body. There is a sudden |