Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

stood on the small concrete step, holding a wicker basket covered with a red checkered napkin. She wore her beige trench coat, the collar turned up against the October breeze, and her silver sedan sat idling near my mailbox at the edge of the road, its exhaust curling in the cool morning air.

I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door only halfway,continue reading …