In the Birecik bazaar, in the little pharmacy her father left her, Gülay has a cure for every trouble. But some of the people who walk in don't want medicine. They only want to be heard. You'll be behind the counter for four days. On the fourth day, at three o'clock, Mr. Rahmi will come.
"My girl, not every trouble needs a medicine. Some troubles only want to be heard. The tongue makes a person talk; the ear makes a person heal. Giving advice is easy; sitting beside someone is hard. Wishing someone well comes before any medicine."
Three apples fell from the sky: one for Gülay the pharmacist, one for the ibis who quietly smoothed its tired friend's feathers, and one for you, who held your tongue today and lent someone your ear.
The boxes on the shelves are whispering: "Three times a day, after meals." Come back to the counter when you're ready.