I got out my Mastercard.
"Do you like pink? He asked, opening the drawer beneath the register.
I shrugged. "Sure."
My living room has lightly pink tinted walls that cast a rosy glow at night but I didn’t have much other pink in my life. He pulled out a gilded bright pink bag and placed the magic potions inside. I knew I would keep the bag forever. Then he put his arm around me and gave me a half hug. I accepted it and hugged him back. As I walked away I turned to wave at him. He looked as if he was seeing right through me to a point on the other side.
The wooden salt and pepper set looked perfect on my dining room table. In the strong light of my bathroom, I put the potions under my other eye. I saw no difference, only that the whites of my eyes were yellowed, with tiny red lines running through them. Fatty deposits rested on the surface. Yes, I drink too much. Not hard for anyone to see, really. I glanced at the label for the first time. It read, ObeyYourBody.
Obey your body.
