A Greenhouse in Late September and the Harvest That Saved My Husband

sat in the corner chair, his eyes fixed on the small silver pen in Clara’s hand. “They frozen the fertilizer money, Clara. I cannot even buy the lime for the south bed.”

Dr. Higgins looked at the plastic bottle, then at Arthur’s swollen ankles. “A toxicology screen will show exactly what chemical compounds are in his system right now, but it will also continue reading …