Nora Laid Her Teething Baby on a Sick Man and Felt His Fingers Twitch
I leaned down and looked into the black plastic liner.
Two thin paper backing sheets lay at the bottom, crumpled into small white balls.
I reached down, picked one up, and smoothed it flat on my palm.
The blue text across the top read *Sterile Cotton Buccal Swab – Medical Grade*.
The clear plastic backing had been peeled off and thrown away less than an hour earlier.
I turned the paper over and read the small black stamp near the bottom edge.
It gave the name of a private medical testing lab on Tenth Avenue in downtown Bellevue.