The consequences of this incident might have been to teach me a lesson about guarding my temper. But it didn’t. The idea that Anatole had deliberately removed the pills that I needed simply infuriated me. And then, of course, the pain gradually became worse and worse, until it was really unpleasant again.
I thought of screaming for Anatole, but didn’t, mostly because I figured he would simply ignore me. I suppose that was a kind of learning on my part. So, I lay there, infuriated, raging inwardly, while my mind and body continued to yield more and more unpleasant signals.
The result was, by the time of my next meal, I was in a thoroughly rotten state. I was in acute pain, and my mind was a fury of moiling angry thoughts. I was momentarily cowed when he first opened the door, but watching
