Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

last of the bulbs into the cold earth.

When we were finished, David patted the soil down with the flat of the spade.

“That should do it,” he said, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

“I’ll put the spade by Gail’s steps.”

“Thank you, David,” I said.

“Go on to your track runners.”

I watched him walk down the driveway, carrying the continue reading …