Twenty-Three
Tuesday, March 23, 10:29 A.M. CST
Farmacia del Ahorro, Coxen Hole
A bell chimed as Eva opened the door to the pharmacy. It had been a lifetime since she’d last visited the Farmacia del Ahorro, and the interior had been remodeled, which Eva appreciated. That way it was less likely to bring up dormant memories.
The owner, now middle-aged, greeted her from behind the imposing metal counter. “May I help you, señora? Would you like a consult today?” In addition to owning the pharmacy, he was a physician.
Eva hesitated. “I… need an ovulation test—one that checks progesterone.” She’d deliberately worn large sunglasses and a ball cap, hoping the staff wouldn’t recognize her.
“Oh, you want to grow your family! Felicidades. I recommend a consult, just to be on the safe side to mak
