Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
“You’ve got six entries where they turned you away.
That’s a pattern, not a mood.”
“And the pharmacy on Oak Street.
Not one fever prescription for Chloe in six months.”
Arthur looked up.
“Put that in red.
The pharmacist’s name and the date.”
My phone buzzed on the buffet.
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