Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

Charley horse, the kind that catches you in the middle of the night, only this was eight o’clock on a Tuesday morning in our warm kitchen.

“It is probably just the damp autumn weather,” I said, forcing my voice to remain slow and even.

“You have to stretch those leg muscles out,” David said, lifting the heavy bag of baking potatoes onto the counter for continue reading …