“It’s not my area of expertise, but surely they can give you a prescription for that.” “You think I need a prescription for mood swings?” “No, not a prescription, per se,” he hedged, climbing out of the car. “More like a light tranquilizer.” “Well, you’d know all about those,” I huffed, stepping out and slamming my door shut. “Wouldn’t you?” “Forget about it being light, a horse tranquilizer should do it,” he muttered, slinging an arm over my shoulder. “Come on, cranky.”
