He took out some papers from the briefcase and shook them over his head. “So, pay attention. Here is the recipe:
Dead salt (“Ahava”)—ten teaspoons
Xanax—2 mg
Phenobarbital—100mg
Oxycodone—300 mg
Commit it to memory. I think this will suffice. Crush everything thoroughly, and then administer to the patient one tablespoon three times a day, before each meal.”
Martha sat there without moving. She stopped breathing. Even the champagne in her raised glass had stopped bubbling.
But now the wine played again in her glass. Martha’s eyes shone. Leaping from the ottoman, she spun around the room in a dance, opening the closet doors, dropping vases with flowers onto the floor and turning over armchairs.
She performed a waltz, a waltz on skates. Swoosh…ta-ta! Swoosh…ta-ta!
“How soon will it work”? She asked, without stopping.
“Three days.”
“Three days! God, it’s so long!”