I can't find the laxatives and diuretics. They've moved everything. Aisle 4 is Santa's Toy land. Aisle 3 has a snowdrift on the floor. A real snowdrift.
I look around. Tired people are wandering in search of hemorrhoid cream and painkillers and mouthwash. Two ladies scuff right through the snow, sending puffs of it into the air without even noticing. When it falls, it doesn't melt. Kind of expensive advertising for a drugstore, but people have been saying that Amoskeag is the new Boston. I guess this is what they're talking about.
Cassie enters Aisle 3. The dead Cassie.
"Hey," she says. "Bottom shelf. That's where you'll find them."
"Go away," I whisper. "Are you kidding me?" She kicks at the snow and it fills the aisle, screening out the rest of the store and muffling the blaring carols. The snowflakes hang in the air, not rising, not falling. "You don't belong here," I say. "Go back." She frowns, confused. "But I want to hang out. It took a lot of work to figure out how to do this, you know. It's not like it's easy to go back and forth." I cover my ears. "Stop it."
The night hauntings make sense. I'm tired then, drugged up, and have no sugar in my blood. But in the Aisle 3 of Binney's Drugs?
Cassie leans on the shelf. "You should pick up some bleach. You need it to clean up after the mouldy banana in the purse at the back of your closet. It's disgusting."
"You're not here. I'm not talking to you."
She tilts her head. "You really mean it, don't you? You don't believe you're seeing me."
"Aren't you supposed to be in heaven or something?" "That's a little complicated." "You're a figment of my imagination, or a hallucination caused by my meds or that damn cookie. You do not exist."
..... In this novel the main character Lia finds herself in a different state of mind, seeing her friend that has died. She is using her imagination in a way that forces herself to try to think logically. Seeing her friend makes her upset and she knows it isn't real, but has troubles convincing herself about this. Her imagination is being used in a way she has never used it before... opening her mind to see terrifying things. In the end, Lia has to heal her bad memories about her past and move on with the amazing possibilities of her future. Like Stephen Covey says, "Live out of your imagination, not your history." This eventually creates new experiences for Lia with a good twist from the past....
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