Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

eyes went wide before she quickly looked down at her plate.

She did not wave, and she did not slide over to make room for me on the vinyl bench. Instead, she picked up her check, slid two dollar bills onto the table, and stood up before I could reach her booth.

“Good evening, Miriam,” she said, her voice low and hurried as she brushed past me toward continue reading …