W Is for Wasted

living. He got upset you never identified yourself. He said you acted like you were having any old conversation about a family member.”
    “That’s what it was. I wasn’t there in any professional capacity.”
    “But you asked all those questions about the program.”
    “He volunteered. I didn’t even know enough to ask.”
    “That’s not how he remembers it.”
    I considered the situation briefly. “I don’t see how any harm was done,” I said. “I’d have preferred your keeping my personal life to yourself, but it’s too late to worry about that now.”
    “I lied a little bit and said you’d given me some of the information, but what I’d really come to ask him was something else. I told him Ethan’s concerns that Daddy’s medication might have affected his mind. Dr. Reed blew his stack. The guy’s a basket case. He wanted to know why everybody was suddenly so interested. He said my father didn’t suffer dementia or any other mental impairment. He was taking a placebo and it wouldn’t have had that effect.”
    “Good news for me and bad for you,” I said. “I guess the will’s back in effect.”
    “You don’t have to make jokes about it.”
    “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be flip.”
    “Anyway, I didn’t see why he had to get so huffy. I felt like I really put my foot in it. And then to make matters worse, this other business came up.”
    “Please don’t make me guess.”
    “Well, I knew one of those homeless people gave you a bottle of Daddy’s pills . . .”
    I cut in, saying, “Who told you that?”
    “Henry.”
    I was close to pressing her further when I picked up the unspoken message. “And you told
Dr. Reed
?”
    I was not actually shrieking, but she must have guessed the level of my outrage from the expression on my face.
    “I didn’t know it was any big secret.”
    “But why would you do that? Why in the
world
would you do that? Why would the subject even come up?”
    “Because he said if I went through Daddy’s things I should keep an eye out. He said fourteen pills were missing and I said you had them.”
    “Is the concept of minding your own business completely foreign to you? I told you not to go out there. I knew no good would come of it.”
    “I didn’t do it on purpose. I mean, I went on purpose, but I didn’t mean to make trouble. It just came out. I was trying to help. I was trying to smooth things over.”
    “So now what happens?”
    “Nothing. He’d appreciate it if you’d return them. He says addicts will take any drug they get their hands on in hopes of getting buzzed.”
    “But those are placebos, so what’s the risk?”
    “I’m telling you what he said. Daddy signed a form and agreed to abide by the rules.”
    “But your father
didn’t
abide by the rules, Anna, which is why they kicked him out. Dr. Reed was the one who made the decision, so as far as I’m concerned, all bets are off.”
    “I understand why you’re irritated. You already went out there once, but there’s no big rush. He said by the end of the week would be fine.”
    “This isn’t a negotiation. I’m not giving him anything. I didn’t sign an agreement, so the rules don’t apply to me.”
    “You can’t
refuse
. He has a government grant. He has to account for everything. With a clinical trial, you can’t just do anything you please. There are strict guidelines.”
    “Strict guidelines. Wow. I don’t know what to say.”
    “This is stupid. I’m not going to sit here and
argue
.”
    “That is the best news I’ve had so far.”
    “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal of it.”
    “Because I’m having a bad day and you’re not helping me, okay? Neither is Linton Reed.”
    “Well, you don’t have to take that attitude. He said if you didn’t want to make the drive to the university, he’d stop by and pick them up himself.”
    “So now he’s the pill police?”
    “He has a responsibility.”
    “Well, I don’t doubt that. Happily he has no idea where I live.”
    That’s when I got the big blue eyes.
    “Do not tell me you gave him my address.”
    She dropped her gaze. “When he asked, I gave him
my
address. What was I supposed to say?”
    I stood up and leaned across the desk. My voice had dropped so low I wasn’t sure she’d hear what I was saying unless she knew how to read lips. “Please get out of my office. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to talk to you. If you so much as catch sight of me, you better run the other