Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

was a dull ache in my stomach, but the thought of cooking in the quiet kitchen was too much to bear. I drove down to the Oak Creek Diner, hoping that a simple bowl of soup and some ordinary noise would make the house feel less empty.

The diner was warm, smelling of fried onions and coffee, and the booths were half-filled with the usual evening crowd continue reading …