She thought about the high school senior, a cheerleader, snorting OxyContin in the school library. About the people having their teeth pulled for the sole purpose of eliciting an Oxy prescription from a dentist. About the middle-aged woman who’d ruefully remarked in the middle of being fingerprinted and photographed that she was wearing the same gray sweatpants she’d had on the last time she was arrested for distributing OxyContin.
