NOA, ANTONIO, AND THE PILLS

“The pills were for Sasha’s allergies.”

Saturday, January 17, 2015

“But she said she hasn’t had any reactions here.”

“They make her sleepy,” Noa told Antonio over the phone in the dark bedroom.

“Then why would she take them?” he asked from his hotel bathroom.

“You were supposed to take them out of your pocket and crush them into her drink.”

“The note didn’t say that.”

“I couldn’t write that down! Sasha might have seen it.” Noa checked her door. Still locked. “I assumed you would infer what to do.”

“I’m not good at this. Should I give her the pills now?”

“Is she awake?”

Antonio peeked into the quiet room. “No.”

“Then just keep whispering.”

FIN