Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

record, exposing my physical vulnerability to the very people who had dismissed it.

“He was my doctor for twenty years,” I said.

“He made a choice, Mom,” David said, his voice flat. “Now you have to make yours.”

“Every day you wait, someone else takes a pill from that same batch,” Arthur said.

The yard was quiet except for the rustle continue reading …