The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children
“The pharmacy record shows her last refill was three weeks ago.
Do you have the prescription bottle?”
“No, it’s still back at the house.”
He clipped the form onto the front of her chart.
“Be sure to bring both.
She’ll need them when she goes home.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, and Elsie leaned into my arm.
“Can I have my special socks?” she asked.