I opened it, shook one tablet into his hand, and snapped the top back on. He looked at the tablet. “Only one?” “These are stronger than the others,” I said. And also, I wanted to hang on to them for as long as I could. Who knew how many more times he would make me need them. The ones I had taken were beginning to help me already. “You took three,” he said petulantly. “I needed three. No one has been beating you.”
