Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

had delivered our letters for twelve years, climbed out of the cabin with a bundle of catalogs.

“Afternoon, Miriam,” Carl said, handing me the mail. “How is Gail doing? My wife said she saw David’s car at the hospital yesterday.”

“She is starting physical therapy,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Carl, I need to ask you about a delivery you made to continue reading …