Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

Sarah said, handing one of the mugs to Gail.

“And one for you, Miriam.”

“Thank you, Sarah,” I said, taking the warm mug.

The warmth of the ceramic felt good against my palms.

We sat together on the porch, the three of us, drinking our tea as the shadows grew longer.

There was no rush, no pressure of schedules or appointments.

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