Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

before I could protest. “Let me take that to the table.”

“I am fine, David,” I said, my voice measured and slow. “Just a minor ache from working in the garden.”

“You do not limp from light weeding,” he said, setting the basket on the coffee table. “You need to rest it.”

“I have things to finish before dinner,” I said.

I sat down anyway, the relief of taking continue reading …