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Show 309 "OK," I am saying, biting my lip with the hope that she is right and not in any danger. I cannot lose her. It is late morning and Eileen is standing by my side, holding my pills in their blue plastic 11:00 a.m. box. My face is flushing with the memory ofthe previous night's conversation. How could I have been so stupid? How can I ever look Dr. Chappie in the face again? "I'll call the pharmacy to make sure, but I think it's this one," Eileen is saying, holding up the probable felon. She will drown him and all his fellows, upon conviction. "You need to call her," she is continuing, shoving the portable telephone across the table towards me. My heart is pounding much too loudly at the thought to hear anything she might say on the telephone. Maybe I will call later. "Now," Eileen is adding. |