And it turned out that most people wouldn't come back, because it worked. But every once in a while, there was still a patient convinced that he was sick, and he'd come back. And my dad had a third jar of pills.
La maggior parte non ritornava, perché funzionavano. Ma ogni tanto qualche paziente si ostinava a considerarsi malato, e tornava. Mio padre aveva un terzo barattolo di pillole.