Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

firewood,” I said.

“And plenty of tea,” Gail said, smiling.

I watched her face, seeing the small lines of fatigue around her eyes, but also the peace.

The shadow that had hung over our neighborhood for the last eight weeks had finally lifted.

By five o’clock, the sun had slipped below the tree line, leaving the sky a pale, dusty purple.