It was the day my grandson turned twenty, and for all those twenty years I, Clara Matthews, had known
June3, 2024 Diary I walked out of the chemist with only one thought in my mind: get home safely.
When my grandson turned twenty, I, Eleanor Whitmore, had spent the whole of those twenty years knowing
The suitcase was already leaning against the front door, and on the hob the stew was still bubbling thick
Agnes Whitaker was trudging home from the chemist, her thoughts fixed on one thing getting back to the
I’m going to call my dad, the little girl in the front row said, clutching her phone to her chest
28September The suitcase was already propped against the front door, and on the stove the beef stew with
At the long banquet table the air was thick with expensive dishes and a smug selfsatisfaction.
Ill call my dad, whispered Evelyn, the girl in the front row, and pressed the phone to her chest as if
Rachel Morgan, the estateagent, hung up and stared at her mobile for a few seconds as if the device itself