I see Margot two or three times a month,tell her about my fear of being hunted,
being rounded up for running out of pillsin the middle of the night. Mostly, she
waits patiently while I caress my lies oropt, instead, to spend my time describing
the things I find lying on the frozen lawn.Sometimes when we talk I think about how
I left the other doctor high and dry, owinghim thousands of dollars, and I remember
saying goodbye to Trudy back on the ward,watching me go and asking if I'd gotten the cure.
Yesterday I let my watch read 11:50 all day long.Late in the morning, something like snow came
spitting down, overwhelming my wipers.Crossing Main near midnight, I saw Margot
through the windshield. I wanted to get outand tell her that I've lived before, tell her
that the exterminators are coming aroundto gather us up, that I need to see her now
for an hour or so, need to have some coffee,need to get and take my pills, go home,
scrape the baby off the frozen grass.