“Here you go,” I said. “Swallow and drink.”
“No problem. Is the other piece for you?”
“You bet. My brain is in turmoil right now as well, kind of like Hedley Lamarr in Blazing Saddles. Remember what he said?”
“Not really.”
“‘My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.’”
“Oh, yeah, now I do, and the other guy said something like ‘Gosh, Mr. Lamarr, you talk prettier than a twenty-dollar whore.’”
“Yeah.”
I went to the den and sent three e-mail messages; then I printed a short note to Lucia. I left the note on the kitchen table and returned to our bedroom, where I set the alarm, took my half of the pill, stripped, and crawled into bed next to Dani.
“G’night, babe,” he said sleepily. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The next thing I knew, I was groping for the alarm. Having silenced it, I rolled onto my side to wake up Dani, who was already wide awake and staring at me.