Before we left Ottawa,
I picked up my pill box off the kitchen counter and put it in my jacket
pocket. When we arrived in New Hamburg,
it wasn’t there. I thought it must have
fallen out of my pocket when I got out of the car at a rest stop.
Barb went to Walmart to get me another pill box. She couldn’t find a clear one. So she bought a yellow one. She didn’t open it right away.
Then one day, I was getting in the car and found my pill box
down between the driver’s seat and the door.
It still had my pills in it.
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