"It’s one of the most horrifying things I have ever heard," Lily* repeated as I washed down the first of two ivory pills with cucumber-mint water. “And I’ve heard it all.”
Staring out the bay windows of her pre-war apartment, waiting for the drugs to kick in, Lily and I chatted casually — about our dogs (her sweet Cavapoo was nestled in my lap), mutual friends, and what happened to me all those years ago in that classroom. The very reason I was sitting on Lily’s couch.
