“Carson McClain, you scare me like nothing has ever scared me before. You drive me crazy and make me laugh and push my buttons on purpose. You make me feel safe and smart and pretty. Sometimes I think I might actually melt when you wrap your arms around me, and right now I feel a little bit like I might die if you don’t kiss me.”
“I know I shouldn’t ask,” said Mrs Patel. “But is she doing OK?”
Elena smiled tightly.
“Ah,” said Mrs Patel, nodding. She pushed the packed of medication across the counter and glanced around the small pharmacy. It was empty, so she clearly felt emboldened to go on. “It’s none of my business, but I think you are doing a marvellous job. If you ever need any help or advice, do come and find me. Bipolar is a really hard thing to manage for anyone, let alone a young thing like you.”