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I turn back to the pharain “What would happen if he’d been taking, say, two pills a day instead of one of this medication?”

He turns back to the coain, his eyes going wide—almost comically so—as he turns back like a robot to look at my father

“Well…u blood pressure medication…” He clears his throat “He certainly wouldn’t be functioning too well Would possibly even be dead”

“What?” I nearly shout, the panicmy throat constrict for a second before my dad smacks me so hard in the stomach, I feel a little queasy

“Jesus, Ry I’ht here and alive Woo-ooo-woo-ooo! I can host Obviously, I didn’t take the pills”

As annoyingly cavalier as he sounds, I have to adht He’s not exactly dressed as the corpse bride while sitting next to nificant changes in his health or personality at all

“All right,” I agree begrudgingly “But e get hoet to the bottom of what caused this mix-up because there could be serious consequences if we don’t”

“Yeah, yeah, son Don’t get your panties in a twist Let’s go look for…sohts”

“Steaks?” Why is he talking about steaks right now?

“Yeah, steaks You know, the red meat that comes from cows Some people put it in a marinade”

I sigh and then turn back to the pharmacist one last time “Thanks for your help”

He nods, grinning “Of course, sir If you need anything else or have any ht”

“Seven?” I nearly yell again, whipping ht you said they were closing soon”

“Yeah, well…” He shrugs innocently “What do I know? I thought I was out of pills”

I let my head loll back on my shoulders, the amount of pent-up frustrationether

“Sal? Sal Miller? Is that you?” a fe me to open ine on the scooter again and bumps me on his departure for the third time today

I’ to end up with fewer toes than I started with before I leave this fucking Winn-Dixie

“Stella!” ets er way than I’d like to admit A fely fantasized about more times than I can count