"How much time does she have, Hansel?"
"Two months. At the most."
She made it exactly two months. Towards the end I would find myself counting her pain pills. I knew that when they were gone, it was over.
Now, a couple of years later, I'm always aware of how many B-12 lozenges are left in the container. I'm not really sure what I'm calculating. As I understand it, we all have obsessive compulsions. It's a disorder when they interfere with a normal life.
I've never lived a normal life.
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