Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

of nothing more than a mild headache.

I folded the paper carefully, slipping it into the middle of my yellow legal pad, my resolve steady but cold.

A low rumble from the road drew my attention, and I looked out the kitchen door to see the blue postal jeep pulling up to my mailbox near the ditch.

Jerry, our regular mail carrier who had continue reading …