Kathryn
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Kathryn had another Flora dream that night. Mixed images of Flora bringing flowers to Heather. Of planting the purple heather of the Highlands in the windowsill next to Heather’s bed. Of reading to her. Of bringing her chamomile and peppermint tea, with marshmallow root, for her nausea.
Kathryn woke in the top bunk, so pleased to have heard from Flora. She laughed when she recalled the final scene of her dream. A cannabis plant and a lighter.
So pot it is.
She wondered why Flora hadn’t sent this miracle drug to her in a dream before.
And then she realized that Heather must be entering a very painful phase. A sudden stone of panic sat on her chest. She gathered her breath, sending it to the back of her throat, inhaling as far as her lungs permitted, and then more and more.
