“We need to find a pharmacy,” said Rosemarie urgently.
Randy was driving the car down the little backwoods road towards Tuscaloosa. “Where do you suggest we look for one?” he asked, gruffly.
“There is one on just about every street corner in the populated areas. But there will be populations,” said Neil, twisting in his seat to look at Rosemarie. “I hope you are prepared for what you’ll see.”