Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

were spaced far apart and the only sound was the wind through the pines.

A blue plastic tarp fluttered against his woodpile as the autumn breeze picked up.

“Every single warning packet requires a signature upon delivery,” Arthur said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

He looked at David, then back to me, his voice steady.

“A Class One recall continue reading …