Then it was my turn to be wheeled to the cut-down curb, and Tolliver leaped from the car to hurry around to help me. After I’d carefully eased into the car, he bent over to fasten my seat belt and then rounded the car again to get in the driver’s seat.

The nurse leaned down to make sure I was sitting straight with all my bits in so she could close the door. “Good luck,” she said, smiling. “Hope we don’t see you back here anytime soon.”

I smiled back. I was sure the other departing patient had felt sorry for me, but I felt much better now that I was in our familiar car and Tolliver was with me. I had prescriptions and doctor’s instructions, and I was free to leave. That was a great feeling.

We turned right out of the hospital parking lot, and I didn’t see any traffic out of the ordinary. No reporters. “Back to the motel, or can we leave?” I asked.

“We’re getting your prescriptions filled and then we’re leaving town,” Tolliver said. “What more could they want from us?”

We stopped at the first pharmacy we saw. It was a couple of blocks from the hospital, and it was a locally owned business. Inside it was a cheerful mixture of smells: candy, medicine, scented candles, potpourri, nickel gum machines. You could get stationery, a picture frame, a Whitman’s Sampler, a heating pad, a magazine, paper party plates, or an alarm clock. And at a high counter in the very back, you could actually get your prescriptions filled. There were two plastic chairs arranged in front of that counter, and the young man behind it was moving with such a languid air that I was sure Tolliver and I would have time to find out how comfortable they were.

My only exertion had been getting out of the car and walking into the pharmacy, so it was unpleasant to find how relieved I was to see those plastic chairs. I sat in one while Tolliver surrendered the prescription slips to the young man, whose white coat looked as if it had been bleached and starched—or maybe it was the first one he’d ever worn. I tried to read the date on the framed certificate displayed on the wall behind him, but I couldn’t quite manage the small print at that distance.