Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

me. “No cold starts on a damp morning.”

I rubbed the back of my leg through my trousers, feeling a strange, concentrated heat under the skin. The muscle was not letting go, and a dull pressure began to radiate upward toward my knee.

Three hours later, the stiffness had crept higher, making the short walk from my beige Buick LeSabre to the pharmacy counter continue reading …