Mr. Mills shook his head, “According to the ER doctor, the third and fourth days are the roughest. They were hopeful because they got her here less ...than an hour after she took the pills. Mike,” he said with a sigh, “she might need a liver transplant and dialysis. They aren’t sure.”“From the overdose?”“Yes. They did some tests but they were inconclusive. They’ll do more. You should go home. We can only see her for five minutes at a time, once an hour, and she’s going to be unconscious for at. Everything else was hopefully still somewhere in the house. My old big screen TV was showing what looked to me like video lava lamp. The DJ was playing something that sounded like hypnotic, repetitive, white noise with too much bass. They removed any light source with more light than an unlit candle. A few strings of bride-and-groom shaped Christmas lights made it possible to walk through the room without a stick and a dog."Oh. My. God." Yann cornered me. The lights were dim and the music was. ” I said.She got dressed and I escorted her to the front door. She handed me a business card as she hailed a cab. She was a professional dancer. I stayed in my office until closing time and my Dockers dried out.I just processed thieves for another couple of weeks without doing anything. Then the boys on the third floor brought me Dolly Anders. She had taken an armload of clothes into a dressing room and put a lot of them on. She looked like the Michelin man when they delivered her. I reviewed. Slip this on." Tracy opened the door a crack and threw a rubber-like contraption in to the bathroom. Ray held it up and studied it. It looked like the bottom half of a bikini made out of very sturdy rubber. It seemed way too small for him. There was practically no room up front! "What the heck is this? I can't wear this. It's too small. You forget that I, uh, have parts you don't!" "That's the whole point, silly." She replied again through the bathroom door. "In case you haven't.