Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

his watch before he picked up another shovel of dirt.

“You’re walking better.”

“I am,” I said, bending down to place a bulb into the hole he had made.

I made sure the pointed end was facing upward toward the sky.

David watched me press the bulb into the loose dirt.

“Did you call the new office?” he asked.

“I did,” I said, brushing a bit continue reading …