Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

” I said.

“I want her to see it when she looks out the window.”

David looked down at the papery bulbs remaining in my brown paper bag.

“We have about twenty left,” he said.

“They look like they won’t make it,” I said, touching one of the dry, flaky skins.

“The bulbs will sleep through the winter, but they will come up in spring,” David said.