By the time I finished the last (fourth) doughnut I was feeling a little ill, but at least the kissing noises had stopped. I assumed that was a good thing, but I wasn’t ready to look. Did I mention I had also found a set of cap guns? After I burped a couple times I stood up and strapped the set on. It barely fit of course, having been made for a child. I had to laugh at myself but it made me feel powerful, or at least, recognize that part of myself that was stronger than any jealousy or self-pity I had been indulging in. It’s funny how sometimes the littlest thing can restore your common sense and equanimity.
Some of the books from the attic were within reach, and I saw one on herbs and wild plants and picked it up. I wanted to see if there were any that had been used for healing or treat
