Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

then,” I said.

“When the bulbs come up.”

Gail nodded, her eyes reflecting the soft golden light of the afternoon sun.

“I would like that,” she said.

“We can plant the geraniums by the mailbox.”

Her daughter, Sarah, came out of the house carrying two white mugs of tea.

The steam rose from the mugs, disappearing into the cool autumn air.

“Here you go, Mom,” continue reading …