Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

stepping back to let the man shake my hand. “He handled medical supply routes for three counties before he retired last year.”

Arthur’s hand was rough and dry, his grip firm but brief.

“David told me about your leg, Miriam,” Arthur said, his eyes scanning the yellow legal pad I held against my chest.

“The clinic claims they never received the September continue reading …