Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

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“The bulbs will sleep through the winter, but they will come up in spring,” I said, trying to offer a small bit of comfort.

Gail did not look up, her shoulders hunching slightly as a cold draft swept through the yard.

I handed the garden spade to Gail, wondering if the same shadow was falling over my friend.

The knocking on my continue reading …