Adam reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out something that makes my blood run cold. “Relax,” he soothes, returning the gun to where it was. “I know how to use it.”
Uponafirst cough, howeverslight, Ihavegiventhissyrup to my son sincehe was 3 years old. I feelitnot onlysoothes his throat, it at times has nipped a full blown cold in the bud.