morning.
Besides, she had a hell of a lot of other problems to deal with at that moment.
She needed to get her hands on her address book. The book could help her get in contact with friends, doctors, dentists; whomever she needed to help her with proving her identity.
Tired of her thoughts chasing each other, Josie turned off the light and walked out of the bathroom. She quickly moved over to the phone on one of the nightstand tables. In no time she’d reached France’s information line and requested the number for her longtime physician, Dr. Dumas. However, she was disappointed when she reached the practice’s automated voice mail.
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She rushed out of the bedroom and was greeted by wonderful aromas of bacon and coffee. Her stomach churned and growled with anticipation.
Within minutes, she joined William in the kitchen. “It smells like heaven in here,” she declared, peeking around him to see what was on the stove.
“Thanks,” he said.
Josie’s sense of smell hadn’t deceived her. There were bacon, sausage, and eggs. On a griddle were perfectly shaped pancakes and in a bowl on the counter were diced cantaloupe and honeydew.
“It looks like you went to an awful lot of trouble.”
“Nah. It was no trouble at all.” William moved from the stovetop to the oven, where he removed golden brown biscuits.
He moved around the kitchen like a seasoned chef. It was an unexpected turn-on, and Josie found herself watching him with great fascination.
“Did I miss something, or are you expecting an army?” she chuckled.
“No. I just figured you’d be hungry. You haven’t had much in the past few days.” He turned his attention to the pancakes.
Josie sensed he was trying his best to avoid eye contact. She stepped back so she could stay out of his way, but she couldn’t help but ask, “Is something wrong?”
A long pause ensued before he answered, “No.”
It was an obvious lie, but the tension between them was too thick for her to call him on it. She changed the subject. “I called my doctor’s office to request my medical records.” William stopped what he was doing. “You did?” “Yeah. Well, I reached their voice mail, and I didn’t have an address to tell them where to mail the records.” “Oh yeah. I can, uh, write that down for you,” he said.
She glanced over and tried to read him, but she was unsuccessful. She didn’t understand his cold demeanor. Especially, since he was so attentive last night, but after their kiss…
Josie shook the direction of her thoughts out of her head. “Can I help with something?”
He glanced around. “No. I have everything under control.” He moved to the refrigerator. “Would you like some orange or grapefruit juice?” Something was obviously wrong. She rolled her eyes at his lame attempt at avoidance. “Josie?” He turned to look at her. However, when their eyes met, he quickly dropped his gaze. “Orange or grapefruit?” “Orange.” He grabbed the appropriate carton. “Look, William. About this morning…“ “It’s already forgotten.” She blinked at his continued coldness. William took a few platters of food over to the kitchen table and returned. “How many pancakes do you want?” he asked. Josie crossed her arms. “I don’t know, two or three.” Her stomach growled. “Better make it four.” His lips finally curled upward. “You got it.” Quite suddenly, Josie felt light- headed and wavered on her feet. William rushed to her side. “Josie, are you all right?” She nodded even though she wasn’t sure. He helped her to the table so she could sit and catch her breath. “Look at me,” he instructed, while he lifted the lids of her eyes. “Come on, Josie. Look at me.”
She struggled to do just that. When she met his gaze, it was like looking at the calm blue of the ocean. She loved how they sparkled, how they made her feel at peace. “You’re doing good,” he encouraged. Just as suddenly as the spell came on, it was over. However, her heart raced, and her throat was drier than the Sahara. “I think I’ll have that juice now,” she panted. “Sure.” William hopped up and went to get it for her.
Meanwhile, Josie calmed down and gathered herself. “Do you know how much longer I’m going to have to put up with this?” she asked, just as he returned.
“Well, it’s different for everyone.”
She accepted the glass and drained nearly the whole thing in one gulp.
“I better get you some more.” He left and returned with the whole carton. “I have you on methadone right now,” he said. “I’ll give you another shot after breakfast.” She reached for the carton. “I’ll pour it for you,” he said. “I can do it,” she snapped. William held up his hands in surrender as she refilled her glass. She immediately felt silly. “I’m sorry.” “It’s not a problem.” After she’d quenched her thirst, she asked the most prominent question that came to mind. “What is methadone?”
“A narcotic pain reliever.” William grabbed a chair and set it next to her. “It’s generally used for maintenance for drug detox. Your body developed a dependency to the narcotics that were pumped into your system. The pain you’re experiencing is your body’s way of demanding the drugs. Methadone helps you with that pain.”
“At Keystone you were given pretty high doses of lithium. Your last toxicology reports also showed Tegretol and Depakote, which are used when a person shows resistance to lithium. Before you were admitted to Keystone blood test showed traces of Prozac, heroin, you name it. You were a walking time bomb.” “What?” Her jaw slackened. “Why in the hell were they giving me all of that? I don’t recognize half of those drugs.” He hesitated. “The lithium was still being administered because they thought you were Michelle.” Josie lowered her gaze. William braided his hands together. “What do you about your sister?”
Josie sighed. “The question is what do I know about Michelle that’s
“Okay, let’s start there. Lithium is usually prescribed to patients for a wide range of things: bipolar disorders, manic depression, and even those with chemical imbalances.” He gave her a few seconds for the information to sink in. “It’s too bad you don’t know anything about your biological parents. A lot of times, these things are genetic.” “So, Michelle…?” “…has a long history of mental illness.” He stood and returned to the kitchen. Josie wiped a stray tear from her eyes. “Just because someone struggled with mental illness doesn’t mean they’re evil.”
William returned and placed all he’d prepared onto the table. “Michelle might be the exception to the rule. I’ve been reading Michelle’s medical chart, and it isn’t pretty. Given the circumstance, you’re more than welcome to read it for yourself. My big question is how she managed to pull off this whole switcheroo.” Josie placed her elbows on the table and lowered her head into the palms of her hands. “I’m getting a migraine.” “You still get those?” She gave him a sad laugh. “As far back as I can remember.” “Well, let’s get something into your stomach. Who knows, maybe you’re just hungry.”
She nodded and was grateful when plates were brought to the table. Minutes later, she had a little bit of everything piled in front of her. She undoubtedly looked like a pig, but she was way past caring. It had to be the best meal she’d ever tasted.
Josie moaned in ecstasy with each bite while she started to believe that she could quite possibly devour everything that he’d set on the table.
William, however, leaned back in his chair and sipped coffee. “As flattered as I am about you enjoying the meal, I’d feel better if you’d slowed down and take your time.”
She nodded, but couldn’t do it.
“How about we talk about Michelle some more,” he said, seeking to slow her down through conversation. “How long did she stay with you before…?”
“Before I lost my mind?” she finished for him.
“That’s one way of putting it.”
“It’s the only way to put it.” She leaned back and took a slow sop of her orange juice. “My father’s funeral was June 20 of last year. That was the first time I’d ever laid eyes on my sister.”
“How did she find you?”
Josie set her glass down and drew a deep breath. “She said that about a month before my father’s death, a friend of hers brought her an old jazz CD of mine and commented how much we looked alike. From there, she
