WHEN I GOT HOME THAT evening, I looked at the orange pill case sitting on the kitchen counter. Had I taken my medicine? I didn’t remember. I reached for the pills, struggled with the childproof cap, and finally shook a small triangular tablet into the palm of my hand. I poured a glass of water and was about to toss the pill to the back of my throat, when Marilyn’s voice filled my head.
Tell me exactly what you did this morning from the moment you woke up.
“I did take it,” I said aloud. “I did take it. Close call Rolland.” I ran a clammy hand through my hair and put the pills on top of the refrigerator, then heaved the door open and brought out sandwich fixings.
The medicine I take has a whole lot of side effects, like migraine headaches, abdominal pains, indigestion, hair loss, weight g
