Arthur quietly closed the doctor's office door. He unfolded the prescription slip and grimaced. "Look at all this. Where am I supposed to find the money for these brand-name meds?" He shoved the papers into his pocket and trudged toward the bus stop. He had come into the city late yesterday. His lower back had been killing him for a week, keeping him up at night and leaving him doubled over in pain. He'd finally decided to see a specialist. He wasn't one for doctors, but when the pain gets that bad, you don't have much choice. He had crashed ...