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    A Prescription for Death: The Asharton Manor Mysteries, #2
    A Prescription for Death: The Asharton Manor Mysteries, #2
    A Prescription for Death: The Asharton Manor Mysteries, #2
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    A Prescription for Death: The Asharton Manor Mysteries, #2

    By Celina Grace

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    **Please note - this is a novella-length piece of fiction (about 20 thousand words)**

    "I had a surge of kinship the first time I saw the manor, perhaps because we'd both seen better days."

    It is 1947. Asharton Manor, once one of the most beautiful stately homes in the West Country, is now a convalescent home for former soldiers. Escaping the devastation of post-war London is Vivian Holt, who moves to the nearby village and begins to volunteer as a nurse's aide at the manor. Mourning the death of her soldier husband, Vivian finds solace in her new friendship with one of the older patients, Norman Winter, someone who has served his country in both world wars. Slowly, Vivian's heart begins to heal, only to be torn apart when she arrives for work one day to be told that Norman is dead.

    It seems a straightforward death, but is it? Why did a particular photograph disappear from Norman's possessions after his death? Who is the sinister figure who keeps following Vivian? Suspicion and doubts begin to grow and when another death occurs, Vivian begins to realise that the war may be over but the real battle is just beginning…

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCelina Grace
    Release dateJun 24, 2014
    ISBN9781501460685
    A Prescription for Death: The Asharton Manor Mysteries, #2

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      A Prescription for Death - Celina Grace

      I had a surge of kinship the first time I saw the manor, perhaps because we’d both seen better days. It made me sad, until I reflected on the job I was actually going to the manor to do. I realised that although I might be older, greyer and more worn-out, at least I wasn’t blinded, maimed or mentally traumatised, like the poor soldiers I was going to take care of.

      I rode up the driveway on my bicycle. We hadn’t owned a car – neither Sidney nor I was well off when we married, although we had enough to be comfortable. I brought my trusty old bike with me when I moved down here from London and she was still going strong, only requiring a new tyre every now and then. It wasn’t too far from the village, Midford, to the manor, but the driveway was in a bad state, pot-holed and weedy and, in some places, broken to bits by the tanks that had once rumbled over it to be stored in the fields behind the house.

      It was still a beautiful house, despite the peeling paint, the broken window panes patched up with cardboard and the overgrown gardens. The fountain before the front door had obviously been dry for years; the stone basin which used to collect the water was covered with algae and moss, thick as a furry green carpet. The door itself was chipped and marked and the tarnished brass door knocker hung loose from a nail. It was still an imposing entrance, though. I leant my bike up against the balustrade at the front and ran up the steps.

      The door stood ajar and no one came to answer my knock, so I pushed it gently open. The entrance hall had once been very grand, with a staircase that split in two and flowed upwards to the upper stories and some lovely wood panelling on the walls. Like the exterior of the house, it had seen better days. There was a wooden trestle table set up by the front door, a battered chair standing empty behind it, and a variety of folders, pens and various administrative bits were scattered over the table top. But there was no one around. Puzzled, I stood there for a moment, looking at the walls and the high ceiling, where I could see the massive hook where perhaps a chandelier had once hung.

      I heard the click of heels echoing from down one of the corridors and a moment later, a woman in a green nurse’s uniform came into view.

      Oh, hello, she said, peering at me over her wire-rimmed spectacles. May I help you?

      I’m Vivian Holt, I said, holding out my hand. I think we spoke on the telephone earlier this week. About the nurse’s aide volunteering...?

      "Oh, of course. Hello. I’m Celia Manning. Sorry, we’re all at sixes and sevens here, at the moment. Are you ready to start right away?"

      Yes, no problem. I felt a leap of anxiety but tamped it down.

      Celia guided me through a doorway at the back of the hallway, which led to a dark corridor that ended in a flight of steps. We went down, Celia chatting about the manor and its occupants all the way. I nodded and tried to keep up with her quick pace, catching glimpses of storerooms which held crates of bandages, bedpans and other medical equipment.

      We’re a convalescent home, rather than a hospital, said Celia, holding open a door for me. She ushered me into a small, dark room where one side was fitted with open shelves piled with clothing. She gave me an assessing stare, picked out a pile of folded clothes and handed them to me. But you’ll have to change into this – even our aide workers have their own uniforms. It’s all very hierarchical here, I’m afraid, just like a hospital in that respect. You mustn’t directly address the doctors, you know. If you have a concern, speak to the ward nurse who’ll speak to Sister. Then Sister will speak to the doctor.

      It seemed like a ridiculously convoluted way of passing a message on, but I just nodded. What if it was an emergency? The patient might die before the message was passed on. I shook out the clothes and held them against me. Rather unflattering, but what did that matter? I waited for Celia to leave the room to allow me to change, but she just stood there, tapping her foot impatiently, so in the end I took off my skirt and my blouse and wriggled into the navy blue tunic. It wasn’t too bad a fit.

      Now, said Celia, turning on her heel even as I fastened the last button. I’ll take you through to Rose, in the dispensary. She’ll be able to tell you what to do first. I’ve got to get back to my ward.

      She whisked me through a maze of corridors, past what was obviously the kitchen – bustling with several women wearing overalls and white aprons, through a cloud of cabbage-smelling steam – and more store rooms. Finally she hustled me up a short flight of steps and deposited me outside a room marked ‘Dispensary’. She flung the door open and shouted. Rose? Rose! Can you show this lady the ropes, please? Usual thing. Thanks.

      Slightly winded from our fast climb up the stairs, I waited for Rose to show herself. Celia flapped a hand in goodbye and clicked off down the corridor. I waited, feeling rather foolish, by the glass door, which had closed itself with a small click. I hoped someone would show me the way out of the building later – I had no hope of finding my own way out; I felt totally disorientated.

      Rose turned out to be a peroxide blonde, heavily made up and rather blousy. She had the soft West Country burr which was rather at odds with her sexy appearance. Her curves were tightly packed into a cream-coloured overall. I don’t know why Celia expects me to do all the training, she said rather sourly. It’s not like I’ve got nothing else to do.

      I smiled apologetically and introduced myself. Rose shook my hand limply, heaved a sigh and indicated I should follow her.

      We start the new ones off on Ballroom Ward, she said. She almost, but not quite, said ‘wrrrd’. That one’s for the men who are nearly well again.

      Rightio, I said. Ballroom Ward? That’s a strange name.

      Oh, they’re all named like that. You’ll see why. We crossed back over the main entrance hall and entered through a large set of doors on the opposite side. As soon as Rose opened them, I saw what she meant. This had once been the ballroom; high-ceilinged, with a beautifully painted mural above our heads depicting celestial beings, angels and cherubs entwined with rosy-pink clouds, all against a soft blue backdrop. It was wonderful. The chandelier that had once hung in the centre of the room had gone – too valuable to have remained, I surmised – but the magnificent wooden panelling

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