Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

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“The tulips near the gate?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“And the daffodils by the back fence.”

“Good,” she said.

“They like the sun back there.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the yellow maple leaves drift down from the big tree.

The neighborhood was quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of a tractor three farms continue reading …