She knew Annie must be giving her some, smaller and smaller doses, just to keep her from going berserk, but it wasn’t enough. Where, when, how soon, she could almost taste it, feeling them going down, and then the softness. When she’d seen Ali’s crib for the first time, the rails were wrapped in padding, dove-gray strips that felt like suede. That’s what the pills did, padding on the rails of life. One minute you were wondering what you were going to do and how you were going to wind up, and then in an instant it didn’t matter. So, so soft.
