Went to Doctor Neals' office. Brief visit. "Short and sweet," I'd have to say.
Back home, I suddenly recalled Mother's words as she tucked me in: "Soon you will know that good, sweet sleepy time."
Ben Neals, M.D., spared no details. Three weeks at most, and they would be sheer hell. "This is better," he finished, pressing two pills into my hand.
And now I lay me down with no regrets, swallow the pills and lie still waiting for the coming of that good, sweet sleepy time.