which the tall woman in white has handed him.
“Those are your pills, Les,” she says reassuringly. “They’ll make
you feel better.”
He contemplates them. Then he is contemplating her. “How
‘bout you shove these pills up your own ass,” he says, dumping the
contents of the cup.
Such anger does not quit after the nurse has collected the meds
and stomped away. It is these intrusions that agitate Les the most, turning
his mind to dark thoughts, his space having &VV