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Show 304 pill. I am thinking it is the yellow one that is new but it may be the blue one. Or maybe the long white one. I sigh at the number of them, thinking that, shellacked and chemically inert, they would make a colorful addition to a child's macaroni necklace project. Eileen has gone around the comer into the kitchen to get me some fresh water for this ritual. I will take them starting from the largest, working my way down to the smallest. If the largest gets stuck somewhere between gullet and stomach, my thinking goes, maybe the smaller ones will recognize it on then way as they pass by and take it with them, hand in hand, like playmates off to the far comers ofthe school yard. Then again, maybe they will also get stuck, pebbles taking refuge around the boulder in the river. "Here you go, my dear," she is saying, handing the glass to me. She has taken to calling me "my dear" in a warm and joking way, like a sister. I smile up at her and begin this acrid chemical snack. "Hy, wake up!" I am saying. It is late and he has forgotten to leave the light on and I am awake and frightened. I do not think I have even been asleep at all this whole dark night. Dr. Chappie is in danger. I have been privileged to understand this enormous fact and I realize it is my duty to warn her. It is my duty to warn her, no matter the consequences to me. There are evil people who have tapped her telephone, who are even now listening in to her every word, planning where to |