Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

sky had cleared to a pale, cold blue, and I drove my beige Buick LeSabre down to the Oak Creek Pharmacy. The parking lot was nearly empty, save for the delivery van parked near the side entrance.

Glenn, the pharmacist who had filled my prescriptions since my husband passed away, was standing behind the high particle-board counter, sorting white plastic continue reading …