Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

against the fence.

David stopped digging and leaned on the wooden handle of the spade.

“Do you think Gail will want this back today?” he asked, looking at the spade.

“She is coming home this afternoon,” I said.

“Her daughter is bringing her back from the rehab center at two.”

“I can take the spade over later,” David said.

“Or you can leave it on her porch,continue reading …