My depot injection was starting to wear off and I was hallucinating again and hearing voices. It had been more than three weeks since Samir and I went to Campbell River to the clinics. I thought Dr. Blanche had said every three weeks but I forgot and stretched it to almost four. An old story with me. His office would be calling soon, I expected.
I was feeling at sixes and sevens, like my mom used to say, late in the afternoon on a warm but rainy Sunday in late March. The Powolskis had invited me over for Easter dinner with Samir and Pepsi. I thought that was real nice of them. Probably Meredith"s idea but Henry wasn"t a bad fellow either, as my science teacher had commented about a fellow student in grade ten, “Under that shoulder holster beats a heart of pure gold.”
I thought how my Avo
