Dedication
To my husband, Arthur Horowitz, Registered Pharmacist
and to the memories of both our dads:
Hyman Braunstein, Registered Pharmacist
and Sam M. Horowitz, Registered Pharmacist
Many thanks to Kathi George, Janice Steinberg,
Teresa Chris, and Lyssa Keusch
Author's Note
To the best of my knowledge, there is no supermarket chain called Food Go. I also coined the name Food-Fed for the store brand of a decongestant that plays an important part in this story. Rogaine, the hair regrowth treatment, no longer requires a prescription but now can be bought "over the counter," as can Nicoderm, the nicotine patch. Seldane D has been discontinued. Such changes in status are a pharmaceutical constant and may affect other drugs before you read my Rx series. Also, I chose to refer to Viagra although this drug was not available during the period in which Rx for Murder takes place. In an earlier version of Rx for Murder, published by Avon Books, the hormone Oreton was prescribed instead of Viagra. Some of the restaurants mentioned in Rx for Murder, alas, are no longer in existence in Scottsdale.
For the sake of the story, the author has also ignored the change in Arizona law that now requires a pharmacist to physically hand out new prescriptions only.
One that is ever kind said yesterday:
Your well-belovèd's hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible, and so
All that you need is patience."
Heart cries, "No,
I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again:
Because of that great nobleness of hers
The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,
Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways
When all the wild summer was in her gaze.
O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,
You'd know the folly of being comforted.
—William Butler Yeats, The Folly of Being Comforted, The Poems of W. B. Yeats: A New Edition , edited by Richard Finneran (New York: Macmillan, 1983
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