Emily Taylor

Mary heads off to her parents for New Years Eveand her husbands family are absolutely furious when they

A White Tablecloth, A Grey Life The stew was good. Helen knew this for sureshed tasted it three times

The Wall in Her Favour Helen, why must you interject in this conversation? Victor didnt even bother to

Neighbour Upstairs Linda, where did you put my saucepan? The big one I use for making stew?

A Husband for the Weekend The chop sat exactly in the middle of the plate. Alex stared at it and felt

When Patience Turns Into Strength Emily sat on the edge of their bed, gripping Marks shirt in her hands

Porridge Instead of Truffles I stood by the cooker, watching as the delicate cream-and-truffle sauce I’

The Hidden Asset “Are you wearing that jumper again?” Margaret’s voice carried an edge

They Decided For Me Voices drifted from the summer kitchen, and Anne Westwood paused by the open window

She Betrayed Her Fathers Memory Lydia Simmons had been wandering aimlessly through the little backstreets