Crestview Pharmacy sat on the corner of Main Street, its blue neon sign flickering behind dusty glass.

Betty Miller had worked behind the raised prescription counter for twenty-two years, her grey hair pinned back in a neat hairnet.

“Margaret,” she said, leaning over the glass counter as I stepped up.

“You look pale today.

Did that new calcium pill disagree with your stomach?”

“It is not the calcium, Betty,” I said, keeping my voice low.

“I have had three bad spells of dizziness right after dinner this week.”

Betty pulled off her reading glasses and let them swing from the silver chain around her neck.