Naturally, William had the cure. “Oh, I see worry on that adorable face of yours, Secret. I told you I’d take care of it. Here, take this and perk up, Sweetie. Grey clouds are gonna clear up, so put on a happy face.” Then he handed me that same little baggie. Well, I was already in it up to my chin, might as well go all the way under. (Yeah, yeah. Enough of you up there. Where were you back then when I needed you?)
I took the spoon and the mirror and took a bump up each nostril. It went down a little smoother this time. (No, a different spoon and mirror than I had used that morning. This one he pulled out of the glove compartment. That should’ve told me something right there, huh?)
The next few minutes we drove in silence. By then, my mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. I mean, t
