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Kate is outside on the bench, listening to music on the iPad, sipping a glass of red wine. And I’ve been in the kitchen for the past five minutes, staring at a cup of pure animal blood. I know it hasn’t quite been a week, but I think I’m ready to take the leap.
Correction: I know I’m ready!
I lift the cup, take a deep breath, and then start to swallow the contents. I don’t even mind the taste anymore. I can hardly tell the difference, but I lean over the sink just in case I puke again.
Two minutes pass…
Then five…
Then ten!
Still no vomit.
A great big grin takes over my face—because I’m going home!
Exploding with excitement, I race outside to give Kate the good news.
“Where’s the fire?” she asks as she removes the headphones from her ears.
“There’s no fire,” I reply, “just g
