“He thought it might help,” Henrietta replied, her eyes sad. “He said she loves it.”
“Was ist das pill?” Boris held his hand out, finger and thumb pressed together as though holding a tablet. Henrietta blanched.
“One of the anti-depressants the doctor gave me after Mum died. I doubled the dose.” She lifted her hand at the horror on Boris’ face. “They’re quite safe. I took two heaps of times and they made me tired. She needs to sleep right now, at least until Logan gets here. He’ll know what to do.”
Boris waggled his eyebrows in disapproval. The damage done, it seemed pointless to argue. Tiger found his mistress and sprung up onto the bed with her. He burrowed beneath the covers and made a nest behind her knees. Next time she needed him he wouldn’t be chasing birds two streets away.
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