"I can't digest a lick of fat, Elias," Silas groaned, clutching his midsection. "The doctors say I’m lacking the 'golden juice.' Said I need ."
"Then," Elias slid his finger to a drawing of a green cross, "you head to the . The specialty health shops in the city keep it stocked in the 'Digestive Aids' aisle. Look for the bottles labeled Nutricology or Thorne . They’ve done the hard work of drying it into neat little capsules so you don’t have to look the ox in the eye." Silas looked hopeful. "And the third way?" where to buy ox bile
Silas shook his head. "I need it sooner. My sister’s making pot roast tonight." "I can't digest a lick of fat, Elias,"
"That's why I'm here," Silas pleaded. "Where does a man even go for that?" Look for the bottles labeled Nutricology or Thorne
Elias peered over his spectacles. "Ox bile? A bit specific for a Tuesday, Silas. You can’t just find that at the general store next to the flour."
The small town of Oakhaven didn't have a pharmacy. It had .