CHAPTER SEVEN
“...so we left the party, and the crowd parted like the Red Sea because everyone, and I mean everyone, saw that post on Twitter. I swear I heard boos and hisses when I walked by. I felt like a panto villain.”
I finish the story and Mhari nods. The pharmacy assistant and I are now friends. She’s not a chemist herself, but thanks to years of detailed questioning of everyone who comes in, there’s nothing she doesn’t know about every medication known to (wo)man. I’m in for the second batch of super-strong anti-histamines. Dr McLatchie tells me I might find my system has built up an immunity to Mena by now so that I no longer need the anti-histamines, particularly if I take lots of Vitamin C to support my immune function. (Can’t wait to tell Katya she’s right about the magic pow
