: Ann Richards-Farnsworth
: Misbranded
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: Historische Romane und Erzählungen
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'Misbranded' delves into the 1937 tragedy of the Elixir of Sulfanilamide, a deadly medicine sold without safety testing. Through the lives of a widowed pharmacy worker, the chemist who made the medicine, and a conflicted pharmacist, the novel highlights personal loss, heroic efforts, and the transformative impact of a disaster that reshaped drug safety laws.

Ann Richards-Farnsworth is an American novelist. Born and raised in Massachusetts, she received a bachelor's degree in mass communication from Emerson College. She has spent over thirty years working in the pharmaceutical industry where she became fascinated by the history of food and drug regulation. After years of telling the Elixir of Sulfanilamide story as part of training for new employees, she began writing her debut novel to answer the many questions she had about this tragedy. When she's not writing, she can be found spending time with family and hiking with her dogs. She currently lives in Massachusetts with her wife and step-children.

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Take a Breath

Sunday, October 10, 1937

“I think she’s pregnant again,” Rose announced. Betty listened to the conversation as she sipped a lemonade. Rose’s chin-wag was focused on the unfortunate circumstances of her neighbor. The afternoon with the girls was just underway, and Betty was already tired of the gossip. If gossip were the only topic, she’d prefersilence.

Betty left Rose at the card table and went into the kitchen, where she found Helen standing at the counter, cutting a cucumber sandwich intofours.

Helen Johnson was Betty’s best friend, and a perfect hostess. Despite having two rambunctious kids, her house was always impeccably neat and smelled of freshly baked cookies. It was no wonder she was so thin; she was too busy toeat.

“Can I help you with anything?” Bettyasked.

Helen had a narrow face that easily betrayed her lack of sleep. She regarded Betty with tired eyes but an energetic smile. “We’re ready,” she said, pointing at two plates piled high with finger sandwiches. There were a variety of tiny crustless breads. Choices included ham, chicken salad, egg salad, and cream cheese. “Could you put these on the endtables?”

“I’d be happy to,” Bettysaid.

Betty returned to the parlor with the plates of sandwiches. After setting them on the end tables, she took her seat at the card table next to Rose. Their game of euchre would start when Gladys arrived. Gladys was the latest member of their card club. She and her husband had moved to town a couple of years ago. Betty wasn’t sure exactly where they hailed from but got the sense that they had moved around a lot. Gladys would take the seat to Betty’s left as Rose’s partner. The seat across from Betty would be taken by her partner and friend since high school, Helen. Living within blocks of one another in a suburb of St. Louis, these same four women played cards every Sunday. The hosting duties were supposed to rotate each week; however, this marked the third week in a row that Helen hadhosted.

With both hands holding a tray of drinks, Helen used her backside to open the swinging door to the parlor. The silver tray held a pitcher of lemonade, bottles of Moxie and root beer, and someglasses.

As Helen set