
She‘d tried everything to fix this. She‘d searched for Humphrey‘s 11 but couldn‘t find it anywhere. She‘d bought a bottle of castor oil and drunk the whole thing, but it only gave her the runs. She‘d jumped off her dad‘s worktable in the basement over and over until her legs gave out, lifted the dictionary above her head until her arms cramped; she‘d even drunk turpentine, but she barely managed a capful before throwing up. She‘d closed her⬇️