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tears.

“This is for the best,” Irene said.

“Oh my God, it’s true,” I said feebly. “You really are trying to kill me. Can’t
wait to get your hands on the insurance money, I’ll bet. Just wait till Bernadette gets
here.”

Irene wiped her eyes, and dabbed the spilled vodka from my chin.

“Murderess,” I whispered. My speech was slurred and my eyelids drooping.
“Bring me a phone so I can call the police. You won’t get away with this.”

Irene held my hand, but I could barely feel it. My head was spinning and I
struggled to keep my eyes open. If I fell asleep now, I might never wake up.

There was a knock on the front door.

My eyes widened momentarily and I tried to call out. Maybe it wasn’t too late,
if I could get to a hospital and have my stomach pumped. It was probably
Bernadette, and she would save me from Irene’s scheme. But my voice would not
work, and I was already too weak to lift myself from the bed.

Irene left the bedroom and closed the door behind her. I heard her answer the
front door, and then there was the muffled sound of strange voices. It didn’t sound
like Bernadette.

The bedroom door opened and Irene came in. She was white as a sheet, and
her mouth was hanging open. Following her through the door was a group of ...
what ... some kind of animals? No, it was a bunch of those alien things. Four of
them, right there in my house. They were ugly creatures, with skin the color of
robins’ eggs, and faces that looked like they had been rearranged with a
sledgehammer.

“Mr. Hemlick,” the leader of the group said in a thin, artificial voice, “your
wife summoned us. We are here to help you. We can alleviate the condition you call
Alzheimer’s disease.”

I could barely keep my eyes open, and my breathing had become shallow and
labored.

“Why didn’t you come sooner?” Irene said to the blue men. Was she crying?
“I put his name on the list two years ago. You’re too late now. I’ve already ... you’re
too late.”

Irene spoke some more with the aliens, and she was clearly alarmed, but I
could barely make out the words. The leader of the aliens gestured back and forth
with its ... whatever it was. Its appendages looked like small octopus tentacles on the
end of thin, blue arms.