Trial of Medication

William looked into her eyes. When he was about to say something, she asked, "Do you know what this dog's name is?" She was petting the dog's head methodically, with a hint of interest in her voice, yet her expression remained indifferent, just like when she called him yesterday and told him in a calm voice that she had gone blind, much as if she was chatting about the weather. Although she said it could be cured, her psychological strength astounded and impressed William. He wondered what it would take to make her even slightly nervous. But her calm and composure provided a sense of relief for the worried William. He asked, "What's it called?" Valentina grinned. "It's called Luke." "Woof!" Upon hearing its name, Luke the Dog immediately barked. William's thoughts weren't on the dog; hearing this name, he didn't react for a moment. He paused and then laughed. "What does Luke think about it?" "He's very mad." Valentina got up from the floor and sat back on the couch. William stretched o