(for Jennette)
In the bed, she was paper-thin and paper-pale, her skin the texture of old parchment, her hair thinning and sparse; she could barely lift her head or move her legs, but her fingers moved restlessly across her nightgown.
Mr. Hassan -- oh, goodness, it's good to see you again! I was so sorry I missed your last checkin, but I was down in the Caribbean with my daughters for vacation, and -- well, you know how it goes, don't you.
Zenathax. It was an antidepressant. One little blue-and-white pill, three times a day. Worked like a charm...
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