“I am entirely capable of managing my home,” I said.

“I can call the county sheriff from this desk right now,” Doctor Aris said.

“Do not make that phone call,” I said.

I reached across the metal desk, picked up the three-page laboratory report, and folded it twice across the middle.

I pushed the folded sheets deep into the inside pocket of my wool coat.

“If you take in any more of that chemical, your thinking will get worse within forty-eight hours,” Doctor Aris said.

“I will not take another drop,” I said.