Verquotrine

I knew what I had to do – 50 milligrams of verquotrine and she would be normal again. Well, not exactly normal, but the way she was two decades ago, before the psychosis and the divorces. I could rip open the paper sachet and dump it in her afternoon tea. A few sips and she would get better – I was seventy percent sure of that. Or sixty, at least. Read the rest here…