Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

“I heard there was a scene at the clinic,” Gail said, her hands resting flat on her knees instead of her canvas gardening apron.

“I asked to see their mail records, Gail,” I said, setting two mugs of tea on the coffee table. “They received the warning about the Vasopril weeks before they gave me that bottle.”

Gail looked out the window continue reading …