Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

as he watched me slow my pace to a halt near the driver’s side of my Buick LeSabre.

“You are favoring that left side, Mom,” David said, his voice carrying the sharp, encouraging tone he used on his track runners. “Drop the shoulders. Let me take those keys.”

“I can drive, David,” I said, though my calf throbbed in agreement with him. “I only came to continue reading …