Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

David,” I said, looking at the elevator indicator light as it dropped to the lobby level.

The realization that Gail’s quiet porch would remain empty for a very long time.

At nine the next morning, I walked across the damp grass to her backyard. The gate to Gail’s garden gave a familiar rusty screech when I pushed it open, but the sound only emphasized continue reading …