Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

down the street was quiet, its parking lot mostly empty as the office closed for the weekend.

The town was moving into the winter, but it was doing so safely.

Gail took a slow sip of her tea and set the mug on the small table between us.

“It’s going to be a cold winter,” she said.

“The wool on the caterpillars is very thick this year.”

“We have plenty of continue reading …