Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

ask about my prescription.”

“Let me see the paperwork,” he said, reaching for my handbag.

I reached into my bag and pulled out the white pharmacy receipt from the refill I had picked up on Monday. David leaned against the hood of the Buick, squinting at the black ink on the receipt while the wind rustled the dry leaves around our feet. He adjusted his continue reading …