Wrong Prescription

A dying woman. A tidy packet of tablets. And a label with the chemist's own initials on it.Autumn comes early to Harkerdale, and Bea Calvert has survived her first year as the village pharmacist. Then a grieving sister sets a half-used blister pack on the counter of the Old Dispensary and says the words that will take Bea's winter apart: these aren't what she were on.Margaret Ayrton was seventy-on...