Joanna went to the shelf with the arm ointment on it, and examined it. The small glass jar was filled with a thick viscous cream. The fluid clung to the glass as she turned it over in her hands, leaving behind a sparkling residue. The label was carfeully written in thin spidery script.
"Go on deary .. it's yours if you want it."
Joanna blinked. She had almost forgotten the old woman was there.
