Deadly by Julie Chibbaro
About the Book:
A mysterious outbreak of typhoid fever is sweeping New York.
If Prudence Galewski is ever going to get out of Mrs. Browning’s esteemed School for Girls, she must demonstrate her refinement and charm by securing a job appropriate for a young lady. But Prudence isn’t like the other girls. She is fascinated by how the human body works and why it fails.
If Prudence Galewski is ever going to get out of Mrs. Browning’s esteemed School for Girls, she must demonstrate her refinement and charm by securing a job appropriate for a young lady. But Prudence isn’t like the other girls. She is fascinated by how the human body works and why it fails.
With a stroke of luck, she lands a position in a
laboratory, where she is swept into an investigation of the fever bound
to change medical history. Prudence quickly learns that an inquiry of
this proportion is not confined to the lab. From ritzy mansions to shady
bars and rundown tenements, she explores every potential cause of the
disease. But there’s no answer in sight—until the volatile Mary Mallon
emerges. Dubbed “Typhoid Mary” by the press, Mary is an Irish immigrant
who has worked as a cook in every home the fever has ravaged. Strangely,
though, she hasn’t been sick a day in her life. Is the accusation
against her an act of discrimination? Or is she the first clue in a new
scientific discovery?
Character Feature: Mary
Everyone wants me dead. At least that’s how it feels. They say I killed people with the things
inside my body, but I don’t know what they’re talking about. Men come to the door with tubes in their
hands, wanting samples from me. Well,
I’m not gonna give. I’m not gonna let
them turn me into just another ‘dirty Irish,’ even if I am from Ireland. They’re always lookin’ for an excuse to drag
us down, sayin’ immigrants carry diseases; well, it’s just not true and I’m not
letting that man from the Department of Health, that man with his pretty little
girl helper, take me in.
I see the way that girl looks
at me, when they come to my door. Embarrassed.
But with greedy eyes that seem to see through me. She believes it too. She thinks there’s something that grows
inside me, that I spread in my cooking.
Girls like that are trouble, and I plan to stay away from her and her
mister.
One thing stays with me, what
that man said, “Isn’t it true that the typhoid fever seems to follow you, house
to house, all across town, no matter who you cook for?”
It’s coincidence. Nothing more.
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