"Are you going to give me back my husband's medicine list?" the woman asks.
"No," the medic says, deadpan. "I have a collection of them at home. Boxes actually. Overflowing. I particuarly like these -- the little booklets with flowers on the cover. They are the Van Goughs of my collection. I'm seeing a psychiatrist about this obsession. But I haven't been taking my medication."
"All right, all right," the woman says with a small chuckle. She holds out her hand.
