Mark drove me to the pharmacy two days later for my injection. I went into the back room because I had to bend over and expose my butt. Mark wouldn"t be ready for that yet, nor would the other customers in the store. I sort of grinned at the image. After the injection, I was free of the voices for quite a while.
“I do like tall, blond men,” I murmured as we left the drugstore. “You in particular.” I put my hand through his arm.
Old Mrs. Antoine stared as we left the store arm in arm. I smiled at her and lifted my eyebrows, then lifted a hand in greeting to her husband, about a hundred years old, who shuffled beside her with a walker.
“I have a plan.” Mark patted my hand. “You"ve never seen my place, have you?”
“No.”
“Would you like to see my fancy little apartment?” He veered to the s
