“You’ve seen those medical ads?” Mandrake asked.
“Complete with horrific side effects,” Melody said.
“Notice how happy the disease’s victim becomes when the speed-reader is detailing the side effects?”
“The crippled patient starts turning cartwheels.”
Mandrake took another hit. “We’re hearing about death and destruction and warts but seeing rainbows and bluebirds.”
“You’d prefer to see, what?” she asked.
Mandrake exhaled slowly. “A circling vulture. A coffin. A thousand tombstones. A sexy, veiled widow. Black flower arrangements.”
“I want to see Vincent Price with his pipe organ,” Melody added.