Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

at the very bottom.”

I folded the paper twice and slid it into my purse. “Thank you.”

“Get the prescription filled at the pharmacy across the street, Martha,” Dr. Sullivan said. “And do not wait to start those pills.”

I walked out of the clinic through the side exit, bypassing the main reception desk entirely.

The autumn wind was brisk continue reading …