“No!” I said flatly. “If I decide I need it, I will call you.”
“But, honey—” Alissa started.
“No!” I demanded, cutting her off before she could finish the sentence.
“Okay,” she said quietly. Then after a moment’s pause, she said, “Dr. Jones, may I pick up that prescription for Ronnie just in case I might convince him to take them later?”
“Certainly, Alissa,” Dr. Jones responded. “I’ll make the arrangements for you to pick it up. In the meantime, Ronald, please call me if you have any concerns at all. Try to rest and relax a little bit. Play some golf or spend the weekend in a bed-and-breakfast or something.”
“All right, sir, I will,” I replied. “Goodbye now.”
I hung up the phone to find that Alissa had already hung up her end and was standing in the door of the bedroom, looking at me
