CHAPTER FOUR

“That’s it. Enough is enough,” Janet announced.

Marianne forgot that she had given her sister a key to the house. Through a very thick fog, she heard Janet storming around downstairs, then clumping up the stairs.

She tried to feign sleep.

“Get the hell out of bed,” her sister ordered.

Marianne felt something in her hand, opened her eyes and stared at the empty pill bottle. Her sister was there, yanking the bottle from her and holding it up for examination.

“How many of these damned things did you take?”

“Lot . . .”

“Goddamned idiot . . .”

Janet threw the bottle down. Marianne heard her sister on the phone, the tap of three buttons before sleep came again . . .