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Show Woodworth/245 a smile. "Rachael?" H\egan asks. Rachael takes the bag. "Right. Now anything else you can find," she tells Marty. "What?" she asks Megan. "Is my whole family nuts? Am I going to go crazy too?" "I don't know. I suppose you always could if you wanted to. I wouldn't worry about it. You'll do whatever you do. In the meantime, let's get the drugs out of this house before we get busted." The three of them search the house, dumping pill bottles, alcohol bottles, cigarettes, dope, antihistamines, cough syrup and caladryl in the middle of the living room floor. They look in places where Ruth night have hidden alcohol, in boxes and trunks, under clothes. "I think that's it," Megan says. "All right. Let's get rid of it. How you doing?" Rachael asks Marty. She smiles. "Doing." "All right. That's good enough. Help me carry this stuff." They pick up strm-loads of medication and carry it into the bathroom. They kneel in a semi-circle around the toilet, and remove tops from all the bottles and vials, pour the contents into the toilet. "I feel like we should be singing some sacrifical hymn," Rachael says, pouring caladryl on the mess. "They're just going to go out and buy Tiore," Megan says. "Well, at least we've made a statement. And they'll have to work for it. It won't be just a reach away." "Horn's going to be pissed." "She's been pissed before. Tell her it was my idea. She's |
