blame, he kicked the candy bar, rolled up the magazine tightly in his grubby paw, gave his pants a good yank and started to the checkout counter.
The silver-haired woman winked at them after she got her order. As she passed by she said, "Remember, girls, fight the good fight."
Finally Chase handed her script to a young man with a baby skin face, round as a pumpkin. He studied the script. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
Incompetence always turned Lacey from nice girl into Cat Woman. Chase could tell she'd already been revved up by the butt crack episode and this poor bastard was going to get the brunt of it. "I don't want to tell you your job but two words—fill it."
Sometimes Lacey reminded Chase of her mother. Even their lexicons had similarities.
"You don't understand. We don't know what a sample pack is." His pumpkin face reddened.
"From what was explained to me, I start with the lowest available dose and gradually increase over a month long period," Chase said, hoping this would speed up the process.
The young man quickly looked up the drug. "This is an anticonvulsant." His eyes got large.
Lacey took full advantage of this. "That's right. Look at her. She could have a seizure at any moment."
Under the counter, Lacey kicked Chase in the shin. Chase doubled over in pain and groaned. "See, it's already starting. Do you want her to turn into a frothing maniac in the next five minutes?" Lacey said.
"I'll call the doctor. Please take a seat. We don't want her falling."
Lacey and Chase took a seat on the hard plastic bench at the side of the pharmacy. The geriatrics studied Chase like they were waiting for something to happen.
"Everyone's staring," Chase said.
"Seizures make people nervous," Lacey said.
"Ms. Banter, your order is ready."
At the counter the pumpkin boy handed her a cup of water. "I think you should take one right now."
Chase swallowed the tiny pink pill, wondering how drug companies decided on the shape and color of their medications. Then she took out her wallet and paid the twenty dollars.
As they walked out of the store, Chase said, "I feel better all ready."
Lacey rolled her eyes.
Chapter Six
"When are you going to ask her?" Lacey screamed into her phone.
Chase took her cell phone into the bathroom and closed the door quietly. She hoped the toast wouldn't burn in her absence. Due to the open floor plan and the subsequent lack of walls, sound carried and she didn't want Gitana to hear this conversation. They were probably the only people in the state who could sit on the toilet or take a bath and talk to the other one in the kitchen from upstairs. Thank God they didn't have any neighbors because they certainly didn't have any curtains.
"Today. I'm going to the greenhouse at lunchtime."
"Why there? It's not very romantic."
"Because I'm emotionally detached. I might get too intense and mushy and I'm not good at that. Besides, I'm paranoid and superstitious. All our friends who got married and had ceremonies in which a strange woman in a long burgundy robe muttered marital incantations are split up now. So I figure if I do it in an odd or unusual way we'll last. Hopefully, the goddess of sorrow will be deceived. It's kind of like Jude the Obscure during the good parts."
"Are you taking your meds?"
"Religiously. Why? Don't I seem better?"
"You're not as crabby, but you're still not right. Really, marital incantations and the goddess of sorrow."
"All right, I admit that was over the top," Chase said.
"Call me after."
She heard the toast pop. She thought she was behaving better. She hadn't said anything mean to her editor, Ariana, despite the fact they were in the editing stage of Chase's eleventh moist mound saga, Songs from the Open Window. Ariana seemed to notice the change, commenting one day that Chase hadn't sworn at her in the last two phone
The silver-haired woman winked at them after she got her order. As she passed by she said, "Remember, girls, fight the good fight."
Finally Chase handed her script to a young man with a baby skin face, round as a pumpkin. He studied the script. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
Incompetence always turned Lacey from nice girl into Cat Woman. Chase could tell she'd already been revved up by the butt crack episode and this poor bastard was going to get the brunt of it. "I don't want to tell you your job but two words—fill it."
Sometimes Lacey reminded Chase of her mother. Even their lexicons had similarities.
"You don't understand. We don't know what a sample pack is." His pumpkin face reddened.
"From what was explained to me, I start with the lowest available dose and gradually increase over a month long period," Chase said, hoping this would speed up the process.
The young man quickly looked up the drug. "This is an anticonvulsant." His eyes got large.
Lacey took full advantage of this. "That's right. Look at her. She could have a seizure at any moment."
Under the counter, Lacey kicked Chase in the shin. Chase doubled over in pain and groaned. "See, it's already starting. Do you want her to turn into a frothing maniac in the next five minutes?" Lacey said.
"I'll call the doctor. Please take a seat. We don't want her falling."
Lacey and Chase took a seat on the hard plastic bench at the side of the pharmacy. The geriatrics studied Chase like they were waiting for something to happen.
"Everyone's staring," Chase said.
"Seizures make people nervous," Lacey said.
"Ms. Banter, your order is ready."
At the counter the pumpkin boy handed her a cup of water. "I think you should take one right now."
Chase swallowed the tiny pink pill, wondering how drug companies decided on the shape and color of their medications. Then she took out her wallet and paid the twenty dollars.
As they walked out of the store, Chase said, "I feel better all ready."
Lacey rolled her eyes.
Chapter Six
"When are you going to ask her?" Lacey screamed into her phone.
Chase took her cell phone into the bathroom and closed the door quietly. She hoped the toast wouldn't burn in her absence. Due to the open floor plan and the subsequent lack of walls, sound carried and she didn't want Gitana to hear this conversation. They were probably the only people in the state who could sit on the toilet or take a bath and talk to the other one in the kitchen from upstairs. Thank God they didn't have any neighbors because they certainly didn't have any curtains.
"Today. I'm going to the greenhouse at lunchtime."
"Why there? It's not very romantic."
"Because I'm emotionally detached. I might get too intense and mushy and I'm not good at that. Besides, I'm paranoid and superstitious. All our friends who got married and had ceremonies in which a strange woman in a long burgundy robe muttered marital incantations are split up now. So I figure if I do it in an odd or unusual way we'll last. Hopefully, the goddess of sorrow will be deceived. It's kind of like Jude the Obscure during the good parts."
"Are you taking your meds?"
"Religiously. Why? Don't I seem better?"
"You're not as crabby, but you're still not right. Really, marital incantations and the goddess of sorrow."
"All right, I admit that was over the top," Chase said.
"Call me after."
She heard the toast pop. She thought she was behaving better. She hadn't said anything mean to her editor, Ariana, despite the fact they were in the editing stage of Chase's eleventh moist mound saga, Songs from the Open Window. Ariana seemed to notice the change, commenting one day that Chase hadn't sworn at her in the last two phone
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