My son, the druggist

Oi Vey!Was Marty Gold ever up to his mezuzah in Jewish Mother, Yiddishe guilt ... and murder. Yes, Ida Gold's own son, the druggist, had refilled Mrs. Beatrice Fenimore's prescription for Darvon just the day she had died from a severe reaction to sterazolidin. A deadly little allergy that, as her apothecary, Marty Gold was only too well aware of. And when her will is read, and Marty Gold is named as one of the chief beneficiaries, the possibility of a professional error quickly takes back seat to a murder charge. Until Marty Gold is felled by a somewhat more common anaphylaxis ... a slight sensitivity to bullets! A funny, often touching portrayal of a good-hearted, amateur sleuth.