Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

of my cotton trousers.

“My cousin Clara had that same swelling last summer,” Gail said, sitting on the bench opposite me. She took the plastic tub of bread and set it on the small glass table between us. “She started a new blood pressure pill, and within three days her ankle looked like a small melon.”

“Was she taking Vasopril?” I asked.continue reading …