Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

the way to the clinic driveway.”

He leaned against the metal side of his blue truck and signed his name at the bottom of the statement I had prepared.

“Thank you, Carl,” I said.

“I hope Gail comes home soon,” he said, climbing back into the driver’s seat.

I watched the blue truck pull away, my fingers tightly gripping the signed paper as I went back inside continue reading …