One Pharamcist’s View

I first met my little sister Sue on a bright pretty September day in Centrahoma. The day was perfect and pretty. My mom surprised me that morning when she told me to go play with my best friend Letha Mae who lived just down the street. I thought it a sort of strange but happy day for me and then, after we had spent the day just playing, her mom told me something strange: “You can go home now ...