looks like a sunset. She reaches behind her, then places three prescription bags on the counter. Three. Mine plus two others.
She points to the cough medicine. âThat also?â
âYes. Oh and theseâ¦â I throw a pack of gum on the counter and turn around to pull a vitaminwater out of the cooler.
âYou have a cough?â She inspects the bottle.
âJust at night.â
âA little honey will take care of that too, you know.â
I look at her and wonder if she knows about me. I mean, obviously she does. I wonder if sheâs going to refuse to ring me up. Tell me to put the Delsym back. Part of me hopes she will. But she rings it all up and points to the place to swipe the debit card. I type in the code. Transaction complete, she puts everything in a bag and hands it to me.
âOh, sweetie?â she calls as I walk away.
I turn.
âFeel better.â
âThanks.â And once again, I feel like a fake.
On my way out the door, I take the cough medicine out of the bag and transfer it into my backpack before I get to the car. I leave Momâs two prescriptions in the bag but crumple the receipt and shove it in my pocket. Momâs two scripts are the real reason she wanted to go in and pick these up. She didnât want me to know. As if I didnât.
Leah always said Mom had the best pharmacy on the block. Itâs where she âshoppedâ to get through a test or a breakup. It never bothered me back then if Leah sampled a little. Itâs not like she was hooked like Mom was, and why suffer when you could take a little Happy and move on? But maybe that wasnât the best plan. I mean, obviously, considering Leahâs overdose and all.
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The receptionist tells me I can go back before I even sit down. That means no trip to the bathroom for me. No battle armor. I take my place on the burgundy love seat, even though itâs hard to feel safe when Iâm sitting on a big sea the color of death.
Dr. Applegate comes into the room. Sheâs wearing dark-blue pinstriped pants and another crisp white shirt. âHow are you today, Allie?â Dr. Applegate asks as she settles into her chair.
âOkay, I guess.â
âYou look tired.â
How bad must I look for her to say that? I think about making up an excuse, but I donât. Instead I slump lower in the chair and say, simply, âI am.â
âI want to talk about something important, something weâve avoided talking about for a long time now.â
I close my eyes.
âLeah and you had a plan. You made a plan together.â
I draw my knees up to my chin. I shake my head.
âYou said you had one.â
At least this time she doesnât flip through the pages. At least this time she doesnât pretend sheâs trying to remember. âYou had a battle plan. You told the police that. You tried to take the pills sheâd thrown up. You said you were supposed to go with her.â
I lay my cheek in my hand. âNo.â I shake my head. âThatâs not true.â
âWhich part isnât true?â
I sniff, wipe my nose with a tissue. âI didnât want to go with her.â
Dr. Applegate smiles at me. Itâs a small one but genuine. âI believe that, Allie.â
We sit in silence for three and a half minutes. Then Dr. Applegate gives in. She canât stand silence; she thinks itâs the enemy, so she slaughters it with this whisper. âWe need to talk about the first time you discussed the pact.â
I shake my head.
âI know this is hard, so donât answer me. Just think. Try to remember.â
I donât have to think. I know. We were at the Cape. Weâd gone up with Dad early. Two hours in the car with Dad in the best mood Iâd seen him in forever. Leah sat up front, of course. She was wearing the new gold bracelet Dad had given her for being the youngest Robert Frost High School dance